Monday, February 13, 2017

Winter Poetry



The font of this poem looks like it has been outside in today's high winds - all whipped and wispy.



"While the slant sun of February pours into the bowers a flood of light.  Approach! The encrusted surface shall upbear thy steps, and the broad arching portals of the grove
Welcome thy entering."
 - - William Cullen Bryant

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