Now the hounds are heard.
The snow deep and light, tracks fresh --
it is a hunter's day.
The tree sparrow comes
from the north in the winter
to get its dinner.
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| January 16, 2018 |
Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2020
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