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It comes from nowhere, randomly it strikes, who, it doesn't care. Putting thunder inside your head, changing your nose to a nice shade of red Healthy bodies it seeks, turning them from strong to...
The windscreens glisten from outside my window, The first frost of winter arrived too soon. Scarfs and gloves need unpacking from storage, De-icers and scrapers are back on the shelves.
The days are getting shorter. The nights longer. The air is getting so much colder. Soon you'll even see when you breathe. Time to snuggle up. Toasty and warm. A blanket tucked around you.
Her feet were bare and freezing, but she couldn't go home yet. Not with her hads empty, no, Father wouldn't like that. He'd beat her again, and she didn't want to be beaten.
#movement A rumble. Soft at first but growing louder, and quickly too. I turn. I see it. Wave upon wave of pristine ghostly white snow sliding toward me.
Icy cold, Take me alive. Kill me with, Your dagger of ice. Snowdrifts build up, I watch my breath crystallize. Death will be upon me When I close my eyes.
#nature The Ice Mistress comes in a flurry that bites. Face full of fury, snapping trees in the night. Resplendent with diamonds, on fire in her hair.
#household The snow that day was falling so softly. It drifted down slowly in big wet clumps. I remember laughing at how it was building up into little mounds on top of Mayzie's new red hat.
Clothed in your embrace I have never felt so warm. I know, tis' my place. #love #embrace #winter #relationships #haiku.
The other day I saw a duck,. It was in a pond and it was stuck,. Ice had frozen the surface solid,. Its legs were trapped, and so I hurried,. Over to see how I could help,.
Frozen like ice. This isn't my idea of nice. Wrapped up snugly. This mountainside is far from ugly. Wrapping up. Drink tea from my cup. Watching the sheep. Listening to them bleat. Toes like icicles.
In the middle of the lonesome night she was stood outside; underneath the cryptic night sky.
I wanted to try something.
His fingers made of icicles, His face an icy floe, His nose a plane of crystal glass, On which no smiles show.
#twistedOpuss Everything was so quiet and still, Olivia had never seen it like this before. Glistening white powder carpeted the ground in thick drifts and pretty swirls.
I packed Lucy's things into her bag and helped her discharge herself. We walked out into the crisp winters morning, mist forming near our faces at every exhale.
Slowly, soft snow flakes flew from the whitish sky. The lake had evaporated into an ice rink and I was gliding on it flawlessly.
The snow blew into her face, making her lips turn blue and her tear streaked cheeks a bright pink.
A leaden sky and a watery palette of wind whipped greys. Shuttered in, cocooned by warmth, the food, the conversation, oblivious to the snow falling silently outside.
It’s freezing heater’s broke share sofa holding close living room dark I wake once in the night sparks flying between eyes though I can’t see You burrow deep down back tight for warmth...
It was when wandering, a calm December night When eyes to the ground, I found an interesting stone.
The snow soon settled. The last few flakes fluttered to the ground, Glistening in the now setting sun. For the days of December leave so soon.
And for those in angst, Pooh says it perfectly: "Love is taking a few steps backward maybe even more...to give way to the happiness of the person you love" A A Milne I have a feeling I may be...
Cold. No not cold; freezing. My fingers withdrew from the window, as I inspected the clear marks on the window. But before I even got a chance to peer out further outside, the marks began to...