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-
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-
3 notes of kindness:
Beautiful pictures. We got our first real snow today and I am loving every minute of it. It has really helped put me in the Christmas spirit!
Pretty snow scenes! Looks cold!
I love the berries against the snow! Doesn't God give us such blessings in nature?!
Patricia
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