Thursday, January 12, 2012

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
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 12:12 AM

4 comments:

  1. AnonymousThursday, January 12, 2012 at 11:24:00 AM CST

    I love these words, Longfellow is one of my favourites.
    Thank you for posting this and reminding me how beautiful his words are.
    Blessings and prayers,
    Ann.

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  2. Noelle the dreamerThursday, January 12, 2012 at 12:02:00 PM CST

    Happy New Year and thankyou for sharing these beautiful sentiments.
    Ann is right, his words are transcendent!
    Hugs,

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  3. Clarissa RodriguezThursday, January 12, 2012 at 1:08:00 PM CST

    Like many beautiful things, snow, without stridency, is extending his robe.
    Is "your" winter while it is summer here in Chile.
    God continues holding seasons!

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  4. Kindred SpiritTuesday, January 17, 2012 at 11:44:00 PM CST

    You are all so kind, dear ladies, to write such beautiful sentiments. I am blessed to be able to receive your comments, and I thank you all for taking the time to write to me; it means so very much! May Almighty God bless you and your dear ones.

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