Oh how I miss actual winter...
clothed to its very hollows in snow.
It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray,
every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig,
is clad with radiance.
William Sharp
Sunday, January 27, 2013
winter in Indiana
Oh how I miss actual winter...
clothed to its very hollows in snow.
It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray,
every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig,
is clad with radiance.
William Sharp
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