Poetry Month-Spring & Longfellow

It's such a hard day to be in the studio working—flowers to be savored and smelled, the garden earth calling to be tended, breezes to be felt. Here's a temporary compromise: spring words from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow written indoors and placed and photographed out.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: A Maine Historical Society Web Site

Last year's post about a book of poems for children, Sharing the Seasons, where I found these lines from Longfellow