Vintage verse – A Windflower by Lizette Woodworth Reese

 

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A Windflower

The wind stooped down and wrote a sweet, small word,
But the snow fell, and all the writing blurred:
Now, the snow gone, we read it as we pass,—
The wind’s word in the grass.

by Lizette Woodworth Reese (1856-1935)

Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim

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