Poetry Friday: Snow-Flakes

December 18th, 2009

The past couple of days have been quite frosty here in Maine, so this week’s poem comes from a Mainer, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, who lived through a couple of Maine winters.

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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.
Read the rest of the poem here.

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  • 1. Kelly Polark  |  December 20th, 2009 at 11:31 pm

    “This is the poem of the air.”
    Love it!
    Stay warm!

  • 2. Susan Taylor Brown –&hellip  |  October 7th, 2013 at 8:20 pm

    […] Poetry Friday on The Stenhouse Blog is Snow-Flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. […]

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