Hamble-Le-Rice

With the impending risk of even more snow. I decided to take a trip to Hamble with my hubby and Dad. Here are the results of our chilly nautical walk. 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamble-le-Rice

snow.......

I found this poem and thought it went well with the snowy theme.

In a soundless space;
with footsteps quiet and slow,
At a tranquil pace,
Under veils of white lace.

I shall go shod in silk,
And you in wool,
More beautiful
Then the breast of a gull.

We shall walk through the still town
In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
Upon silver fleece,
Upon softer then these.

We shall walk in velvet shoes:
Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
On white silence below.
We shall walk in the snow.

By Elinor Wylie

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