"WITH potent north winds rushing swiftly down,
Blended in glorious chant, on yester-night
Old Winter came with locks and beard of white.
The hoarfrost glittering on his ancient crown:
He sent his icy breathings through the pane,
He raved and rattled it the close-shut doors,
Then waned with hollow murmur down the moors,
To rise, revive and sweep the world again."
~~Paul Hamilton Hayne
Images just outside the school was all we had time for before the sun went down...
~Nancy ~ 349/365