Snowing Over The Great Market

Snowing Over The Great Market

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.

Photo by: Gaston Batistini
Taken on: December 5, 2010
Location: Bruxelles, Capital Region of Brussels, Belgium
Poem by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Poem provided by: CZ