Monday, November 22, 2010



No breath of wind,
No gleam of sun--
Still the white snow
Whirls softly down

Twig and bough
And blade and thorn
All in an icy
Quiet, forlorn.

Whispering, rustling,
Through the air
On still and stone,

It heaps its powdery
Crystal flakes,
Of every tree
A mountain makes;

'Til pale and faint
At shut of day
Stoops from the West
One wint'ry ray,

And, feathered in fire
Where ghosts the moon,
A robin shrills
His lonely tune.

-Walter de la Mare

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1 comment:

  1. Great Pics! Hi Hillary; it's me, Tracey Weiser! How do you get photos alternating with text? I can't seem to make that happen :) It's so cold today! Yikes. I wish we'd put a wood stove in in the fall. Next year's projects, I guess? Though that list seems to grow by the moment!

    Are you going to the show and tell at Michael's tomorrow?


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