SPENDING A YEAR 
AT WALDEN

We were given the whole year
	early one morning,
	down by the pond side,

arriving in darkness,
	the deepest winter, 
	cold as December,

until signals of spring
	flashed over the hilltops,
	an orange-red morning,
	
then suddenly summer
	a bright pool of light,
	so golden, so blinding,

while fall waved its pennants	 
	in the trees by the shoreline, 
	once again on the waters.


Itall happened in 
2 hours, 2 minutes, 2 seconds,
at Walden Pond,
6:30 am

October 18, 2004
    

All written material © Bill Schechter, 2016
Contact Bill Schechter