By Jean-Michel Priaux
Photoshop Elements 4
Uploaded on: December 30, 2014
Tag Archives: Snow
La Clairiere
By Jean-Michel Priaux
Uploaded on: December 24, 2014
Photoshop Elements 4
Can You Hear The Sound Of Silence? I Can
Enlightened
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It is easy to be pleasant when life flows by like a song, but the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is trouble, and it always comes with years, and the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through the tears.
By Kari Liimatainen
Quote: Irish Saying
Quote provided by: CZ
Let It Snow
The Cold Earth Slept Below
The cold earth slept below;
Above the cold sky shone;
And all around,
With a chilling sound,
From caves of ice and fields of snow
The breath of night like death did flow
Beneath the sinking moon.The wintry hedge was black;
The green grass was not seen;
The birds did rest
On the bare thorn’s breast,
Whose roots, beside the pathway track,
Had bound their folds o’er many a crack
Which the frost had made between.Thine eyes glow’d in the glare
Of the moon’s dying light;
As a fen-fire’s beam
On a sluggish stream
Gleams dimly—so the moon shone there,
And it yellow’d the strings of thy tangled hair,
That shook in the wind of night.The moon made thy lips pale, beloved;
The wind made thy bosom chill;
The night did shed
On thy dear head
Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie
Where the bitter breath of the naked sky
Might visit thee at will.
Photo by: FramedByNature
Photo title: Deep Blue Blizzard II
Poem title: The Cold Earth Slept Below
Poem by: PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
Poem Provided by: CZ
Location: Spearfish Canyon, Black Hills, South Dakota
Wintery WaterScape
The woods were made for the hunters of dreams,
The brooks for the fishers of song;
To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game
The streams and the woods belong.
Photo by: Alz-Stock
Poem by: Sam Walter Foss
Poem provided by: CZ
Ghosts Of Fallen Leaves
Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves,
O flakes of snow,
For which, through naked trees, the winds
A-mourning go?
Or are ye angels, bearing home
The host unseen
Of truant spirits, to be clad
Again in green?
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Quote by: John B. Tabb, “Phantoms”
Quote provided by: CZ
Savor Belonging To Yourself
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you…. In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
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Quote by: Ruth Stout
Quote provided by: CZ