LET IT SNOW

Snow-flakes

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.

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

          

       

             

Walking in a winter wonderland, with from top left, clockwise; famous dutch children's illustrator Fiep Westendorp , Robert Wagt's boys in a winter landscape, an illustration by David Dean, japanese illustraor Yusuke Yonezu , a vintage illustration by Ralph Hulett, a beautiful snowman illustration from a vintage german wool ad, who else then children's author Richard Scarry and a book cover by Yuri Vasnetsov.