“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, Snow-Flakes
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Lovely post. I was thinking what a wonderful poet you are—then I saw it was Longfellow. Duh!!!😊
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Thank you! Haha, I’m not a poet at all. I do like using quotes, though!
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Love the short Longfellow poem, the name pf your blog and the especially the photo with the snowsteps
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Thank you very much!
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I am thinking of winter now!
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I’ll be glad when autumn and winter arrive. This summer has been so wet and humid that it has been unpleasant to be outside. I’m looking forward to cooler weather.
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