Thursday, January 17, 2008

Let it snow...

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 (1807-1882) poet

Above: A farm in Flag Pond, TN

1 comment:

  1. This is exceptionally beautiful!

    You know, your work would make a great greeting card collection (perhaps for fundraising and/or charity events, only)?


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