Monday, November 11, 2019

And the quiet is the quietness of softly falling snow.

I have no idea what poem this comes from. It was a line in a poem I had to memorize in public school back in the early '50s. I've tried finding the poem by talking with school principals and librarians and the like but no leads.



And the quiet
is the quietness
of softly falling snow.

1 comment:

William Kendall said...

No idea.

But the best possible weather one can ask for.