Thoreau's Journal: 30-Oct-1837

First we have the gray twilight of the poets, with dark and barry clouds diverging to the zenith. Then glows the intruding cloud in the east, as if it bore a precious jewel in its bosom; a deep round gulf of golden gray indenting its upper edge, while slender rules of fleecy vapor, radiating fro the common centre, like light-armed troops, fall regularly into their places.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

These last 2 days Thoreau's journal entries have mirrored our own autumn environment here in the Keweenaw Peninsula.
Thanks Greg for posting a bit regularly.