The Snow
by F. Ann Elliott
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 grey sky.
Beyond the gate, soft feet
In silence go,
Beyond the frosted pane
White shines the snow.
Snow Catby Me :)
2 comments:
those snow pictures are wonderful!
ren
xx
What a lovely post, the words and photos go beautifully together. I love the photo with the rosehips against the snow.
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