Snow
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,
Roof,--everywhere,
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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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!
ReplyDeleteAre you going to the show and tell at Michael's tomorrow?