Posted by: kitkat | December 14, 2007

Poetry Friday – Snow

Snow

Out of the bosom of the air,
Out of the cloudfolds of her garment 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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