Friday, July 19, 2013

Chill airs and wintry winds

Alas! how changed from the fair scene,
When birds sang out their mellow lay,
And winds were soft, and woods were green,
And the song ceased not with the day!

But still wild music is abroad,
Pale, desert woods! within your crowd;
And gathering winds, in hoarse accord,
Amid the vocal reeds pipe loud.

Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear
Has grown familiar with your song;
I hear it in the opening year,
I listen, and it cheers me long.

~ Woods in Winter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Along our wintry walk
A quick slide down... more fun than walking I was told.

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