Thursday, February 11, 2016

A Book of the Seasons: February 11.


February 11.

Willows shed pollen
how many aeons before
man was created?
February 11, 1854


Minus ten degrees.
A blue atmosphere tinges
the distant pine woods.
February 11, 1855
Partridges scared up
by the dog out of soft snow
under the apples.

I see only chain
round a tree above the ice.
Below, sunken boats.
February 11, 1859





February 11, 2019




A 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 © 2009-2019

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