I don’t want to get out of bed

You don’t want to go out in the snow

We don’t have to do the things Eskimos do

Let’s have a hibernation day

Me and you

(Hibernation Day, Jars of Clay)

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.

Even as our cloudy fancies take

Suddenly shape in some divine expression,

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 field.

(Picture taken by me, Hannah)

:)

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Dec. 16, 2008 - ???

Posted by xxPATRIOTICxx

"Let’s have a hibernation day
Me and you"

*cough* Who's that? :P

Merry Christmas! Love ya!

*hug*

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Dec. 16, 2008 - Untitled Comment

Posted by Anna93

Isn't Henry a great poet? So creative.

Nice snap shot, dear! - is it your yard?

Oh. . .
merry christmas. :)

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