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.
~H. W. Longfellow
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January 20, 2012
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beautiful - the verse and the photo!
Posted by: chris | January 20, 2012 at 09:26 PM
Enjoy the peace and quiet that a newly fallen snow can bring. Looks to me like it is definitely time for you to curl up to explore some of those wonderful books that you have!
Love you,
Deb
Posted by: Debra | January 21, 2012 at 11:30 PM