They come with the storm
the falling and driving snow --
a flock of snowbirds.
Walking toward the sun
myriad facets reflect
the rainbow colors.
Walking toward the sun
rainbow colors reflected
from powdery snow.
Winter comes to make
walking possible where no
walking in summer.
The blue of the sky
and of the ice and water,
of shadows on snow.
White of snow and clouds,
and the black of clouds and of
thin wet snow on ice.
Purple of mountains,
of the snow in drifts and of
clouds at evening.
The green of the sky
and of the ice and water
toward evening.
The red of sunsets,
and of the snow at evening,
and in rainbow flocks.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2020
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
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