How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.
Kellie ElmoreTag: life inspirational philosophy death winter trees spring fall dying
...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...
John GeddesTag: love poetry moon winter snow bird pines
He raised his hand to brush a stray hair from her face. Instead of dropping his hand, he slid it behind her neck and drew her closer. His earthy pine scent enveloped her. When his lips touched hers, she lost any hope of control.
Lia DavisTag: romance paranormal-romance winter magick shapeshifter shapeshifter-romance ashwood-falls lia-davis winter-eve
He hissed and rocked his hips into her. “You like to bite?”
“I’m a cat, aren’t I?
Tag: romance paranormal-romance winter magick shapeshifter shapeshifter-romance ashwood-falls lia-davis winter-eve
He stepped into her line of sight and brushed the robe aside to press a tender kiss on her scarred breast. “They are part of you. I think you are beautiful with them.”
“I’m not perfect like other shifters.”
“I don’t want perfect because it doesn’t exist in any species.
Tag: romance paranormal-romance winter magick shapeshifter shapeshifter-romance ashwood-falls lia-davis winter-eve
The other houses in the neighborhood had Christmas lights up and trees visible in their windows, but not Shae's. She and I were the only ones who didn't care anymore, and I liked that about her.
Teresa LoTag: love christmas winter holidays
Winter was nothing but a season of snow; spring, allergies; and summer...It was the worst. That was swimsuit season.
Teresa LoTag: winter seasons spring summer body-image teen teen-angst swimsuit
Over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow.
Tag: loneliness winter haiku
Ree Dolly stood at the break of day on her cold front steps and smelled coming flurries and saw meat. Meat hung from trees across the creek. Carcasses hung pale of flesh with fatty gleam from low limbs of saplings in the side yards. Three halt haggard houses formed a kneeling rank on the far creekside and each had two or more skinned torsos dangling by rope from sagged limbs, venison left to the weather for two nights and three days so the early blossoming of decay might round the flavor, sweeten that meat to the bone.
Daniel WoodrellTag: meat winter poverty ozarks venison
Nature awakens each day in brilliant autumn colors, making me wish the pale winter would bid adieu.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: nature morning winter color richelle sunrise richelle-goodrich
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