Friday, January 7, 2011

Snow-flakes




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. 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


2 comments:

  1. Love the picture and the poem...so pretty!!!
    We're supposed to get snow here tomorrow. I've still got my Christmas stuff up just waiting to get a snow picture...then I can finally take it all down!!!

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  2. Soooo lovely...
    I love poetry... The pic is beautiful, too.
    God Bless..

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