Friday, January 7, 2011

Winter shadows

  Photo by Dan Ryan

Tress in our London Plane tree alleƩ.

The Snow

The snow, in bitter cold,
Fell all the night;
And we awoke to see
The garden white.
And still the silvery flakes
Go whirling by,
White feathers fluttering
From a gray sky.
Beyond the gate, soft feet
In silence go,
Beyond the frosted pane
White shines the snow.

F. Ann Elliott 

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