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It was a cold day in January, When a man named Phil Lew, Got up out of bed, Wiped his nose and Put a hat on his head, And decided to wreck havoc.
Looking out the frost covered window into the dark of night, I can see the people walking past all bundled up against winters cold bite They rush past each other, hurrying off into the distance, It...
I met a snowman on my way, Just the other day, I said hello and how are you, But he hadn't much to say.
Fall to the ground You create utter silence The world stands still As you drop. Some people laugh With much ignorance I believe Yet most stand in awe As you change our lives.
Icy wind, like the devil's breath, Darkening skies, no sun to be seen. Birds fly South to avert their death, The midnight frost reflects the starlight's gleam.
Mr Snow, the snowman One eye closed, the other winking Made of coal, with a carrot for a nose Around his neck, a scarf wound tight Woolly hat complete his clothes What does he think as he stands...
The snow has come, it's here at last. It's so deep and lovely like snows past. The piece and quiet that surrounds the air. Makes me breathe and relax without a care.
Well it's here, How do you feel, Depends, Glistening, Just started to snow just as was leaving work, Was going out, But think its toooo cold, Turn the heating Up, Keep looking out the window, Oh no...
(Inspired by the Kate Bush track '50 Words for Snow', from the album of the same name.) Wilful winter winds will blow Here's 50 phrases for the snow.
The snowflakes fall White whispers Like the softest kisses Melt as they land With grace and beauty Frozen ballerinas that ...
Snow sparkles outside my window. Ice gleams in the bright sunshine Crystalized trees glimmer It will go away, sometime. For now, the snowmen wave at me. Sleds make patterns in white fluff.
Ice outside my window. Silent grip of iron. Creaking, cracking, groaning. An ancient, age old song. Swirls and whirls and ferns of frost. Sparkle in the moonlight. Every single drip and drop.
It's snowing My excitement is growing And when I go outside my cheeks will be glowing. Will it stick. Will there be ripe snowballs to pick Or a crunchy white carpet that's nice and thick.
Snow from a dark sky fell, on a pillow feather day, breathing change in white silence, tempting melancholy away.
Don't hate my hating. It's pretty and it's white, So fluffy it might seem, The colour of untainted white, Like clouds or like a dream. Reality hits hard though.
Yeah, I am going topless. In my little soft top. I like freezing my tits off. When the temperature drops. I think I'm rather lush. Top down in minus 1. Driving when it's cold. Is my idea of fun.
Snow is coming hip hip hooray,. Ill stay at home and have a snow day,. The kids and I will build a snowman,. And snow angels, well that's the plan,. That's if the weather mans got it right this time,.
Snow is beautiful. I've never really appreciated that sentiment, until now. For all of my life, I hated snow. It is cold and wet. It freezes all it touches and, if ever given the chance, it kills.
I awoke today at 1300 after 6 hours sleep. Buzzing from the night before and not hungover for a change for the first day of the year.
His feet were bare and his toes pointed towards the sky. The house was cold. Frigid. He looked to his right and saw the gray skies of December through his dirty window.
#adventchallenge Can you feel him. Nibbling at your toes, Ready to freeze your soul, Casting red upon your nose.
*note this continues off from an Opuss a little more than a month old with the same title (but different number).
Wing howling Snow swirling Trees thrashing Skys darkening There's a blizzard on it's way Right now it's only flurries But outside it's really gray Get inside; I have worries White falling Green...
There I was. Standing at the crime scene once again. I was trying to figure out who the tall black figure was. Just then... I saw a trail of muddy feet leading to my house.