Tuesday, 15 January 2013

The North East Wind doth blow

and we shall have snow.
Snow at Hitchin Lavender

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.