Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent and soft and slow
Descends the snow ...
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Snowflakes
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent and soft and slow
Descends the snow ...
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Simply beautiful! Love the photo and the poem. Have a lovely day.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Sandi