Monday, January 19, 2009

Quotable Photable

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

1 comment:

Jean said...

oh my. To be able to write poetry as beautiful as that. *sigh*

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