SNOW DAY COLLAGE II

 "When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I will know I am growing old." -Lady Bird Johnson (1912-2007)

 SNOW FLAKES by H. Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) (American Poet)

 Over the woodlands brown and bare

 Over the harvest-fields forsaken

 Silent, and soft, and slow, descends the snow....

 Even as the troubled heart doth make

 In the white countenance confession

 The troubled sky reveals

 The grief it feels.....

 This is the poem of the air

 Slowly in silent syllables recorded

 This is the secret of despair....

 Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded

 Now whispered.....

 And revealed.....

 To wood......

and to field.....

 (Longfellow was one of the known "Fireside Poets". He wrote about history, mythology, and legend. Known as a universal poet for all.)

 "Snow provokes responses that reach right back into childhood."
                       -A. Goldsworthy.(1956-) (Sculptor, Photographer, environmentalist)

 Photographs 2017, M. McConachie Woods