A hundred years or more, she's bent her crown
in storm, in sun, in moonsplashed midnight breeze.
surviving all the random vagaries
of this harsh world. A dense - twigged veil drifts down
from crown along her trunk - mourning slow wood
that rustles tattered, in a hint of wind
this January dusk, cloudy, purpling
the ground with sudden shadows.
How she broods -
you speculate - on dark surprise and loss,
alone these many years, despondent, bent,
her bolt-cracked mate transformed to splinters, moss.
Though not alone, you feel the sadness of a
twilight breeze. There's never enough love;
the widow nods to you. Her branches moan.
Stichwörter: romance tree woods widow
I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.
Jennifer EstepStichwörter: love thread owen web widow deadly gin-blanco scheme untangle
Okay, Charlie, you can do this, all you have to do is convince a career military man that your son shouldn’t join the Army. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?
Tamara HoffaStichwörter: romance military second-chance widow
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed her cheek. She inhaled his masculine scent, he smelled of engine grease, citrus hand cleaner and man. She turned in his arms and laid her cheek over his beating heart, treasuring the haven of his embrace...
Tamara HoffaStichwörter: romance military second-chance widow
Do you not know that God entrusted you with that money (all above what buys necessities for your families) to feed the hungry, to clothe the naked, to help the stranger, the widow, the fatherless; and, indeed, as far as it will go, to relieve the wants of all mankind? How can you, how dare you, defraud the Lord, by applying it to any other purpose?
John WesleyStichwörter: money compassion christianity stewardship strangers wants possessions giving clothing help needs faithfulness sharing finances caring stealing necessities evangelism naked feed orphan widow hungry tithe fatherless
Oberon’s been kidnapped along with one of the werewolves, and that’s why we’re all so upset. We’ll talk more tomorrow, and I promise to answer all your questions if I survive the night,” I said.
The widow’s eyebrows raised. “Ye’ve got all these nasty pooches to run around with and ye still might die?”
“I’m going to go fight with a god, some demons, and a coven of witches who all want to kill me,” I said, “so it’s a distinct possibility.”
“Are y’goin’ t’kill ’em back?”
“I’d certainly like to.”
“Attaboy,” the widow chuckled. “Off y’go, then. Kill every last one o’ the bastards and call me in the mornin’.
Stichwörter: irish magic witch druid werewolf widow wolfhound
...People are not one-dimensional. People do not live on one plane...
R. Elizabeth CarpenterStichwörter: love loss kiss grief widow virgin-widow
Paco, we are all so much more than our faults, aren’t we?
R. Elizabeth CarpenterStichwörter: love loss kiss widow
There was no mistake," he said. "You freely gave me a kiss because I kept silent about supposed engagement."
Well, you could have been more gentlemanly about it," she said with a sniff.
"If I'd been gentlemanly, you wouldn't have enjoyed it half as much.
Stichwörter: rake historical-romance widow
Some of the more superstitious townsfolk even believed she was a witch. The fact that she had four dead husbands lined up in a neat row at the local Promise Land Cemetery was not an argument in her defense.
K. Martin BecknerStichwörter: witch cemetery widow
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