Day 17: This is the poem of the air

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.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.

from 'Snow-Flakes'
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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ilovebanjos says:

like the photo and the poem..
Posted 23 months ago. ( permalink )

jez s says:

I particularly appreciate the all-whiteness which merges the image with the rest of the flickr page.
Posted 22 months ago. ( permalink )

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