Saturday, February 27, 2016

A Book of the Seasons: February 27.

February 27.

Bright and immortal
the unfettered stream sparkles
in the clear cool air.
February 27, 1852


I must now walk where 
I can see the most water 
pulsing with new life. 

February 27, 2015

February 27, 2020


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 © 2009-2016

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