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Thursday, January 15, 2026

Snowing


   
                                                       Out of the bosom of the air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garment shaken,
Over the woodlands, brown and bare
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

~  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


4 comments:

local alien said...

Very descriptive. Hope too much of it doesn't fall

jayveesonata said...

I love the squirrel photo, and the sentiment by Longfellow is perfect. It's cold in my part of TN. 18 degrees last night. Flurries in the morning but no snow. Jon

NanaDiana said...

I have always loved that bit of poetry. Great picture! Hug-s Diana

Lowcarb team member said...

Lovely picture and poetry.

All the best Jan