Wednesday, April 6, 2016

A Book of the Seasons: April 6


Flowers advance as
steadily as a clock. Nature
loses no moment.

Hum of honey-bees
attracted by the flower
of the skunk cabbage

April 6, 1853

A still warmer day
than yesterday — a warm, moist
rain-smelling west wind

white maples resound 
with the hum of honey-bees 
like a summer dream.

they know where
to look for the white maple
and when.

April 6, 1854

On the hillsides 
smell the dried leaves and hear flies
 buzzing over them. 
April 6, 1855

Vegetation comes
not by a steady progress
but by fits and starts.

April 6, 1860





See a plate of the Colias Philodice, or common sulphur-yellow butterfly, male and female of different tinge. April 6, 1857




 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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