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.
Snow-flakes
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!
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