Showing posts with label White. Show all posts
Showing posts with label White. Show all posts

Saturday, 27 February 2016

Tennyson's Joy on Seeing Snowdrops




Many, many welcomes,
February fair-maid,
Ever as of old time,
Solitary firstling,
Coming in the cold time,
Prophet of the gay time,
Prophet of the May time,
Prophet of the roses,
Many, many welcomes,
February fair-maid!


Alfred Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

Thursday, 14 January 2016

Is it Snowing where you are?

“Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It's late afternoon - the sun is just setting (a cold yellow colour) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window seat using the last light to write to you.”
 
(Jean Webster)