You should see my corgis at sunset in the snow. It’s their finest hour. About five o’clock they glow like copper. Then they come in and lie in front of the fire like a string of sausages.
can you see how amazing the sun in Winter, like a miracle”,i said. He looked at me and said “The sun is like miracle just in Winter and you are miracle in my life”.
my love is a winter’s mist
through the window
at the nape of your neck.
I don’t really know that this story has a whole lot of things happen in it. It doesn’t really. It’s just a record of how things were in my life during this last winter. I guess things happened, but nothing out of the ordinary.
He hissed and rocked his hips into her. “You like to bite?
…winter crescent resting in the high pine bough – you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird…
A wet autumn morning, a garbage truck clattering down the street. The first snowfall of the season, blossom sized flakes falling languidly and melting on teh ground, a premature snow fall delicate as lace, rapidly melting.
Or winters when the sloughs were frozen over and dead and i could walk across the ice and snow between the dead cattails and see nothing but grey skies and dead things and cold
A white cloth falls on your heart; How beautiful you are – The winter loves us, because only lovers have a pure heart.
For London, Blampied claimed, was of all cities in the world the most autumnal -its mellow brickwork harmonizing with fallen leaves and October sunsets, just as the etched grays of November composed themselves with the light and shade of Portland stone. There was a charm, a deathless charm, about a city whose inhabitants went about muttering, “The nights are drawing in,” as if it were a spell to invoke the vast, sprawling creature-comfort of winter.