The Touch of Winter

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The first time he ever held her hand

it was at night

and it was freezing outside

a blizzard was on its way, the weather reports said.


The first time he kissed her

it was just after noon

it was snowing that day

the sky was blue and gray.


On the night he asked her to marry him

the roads and trees were covered in verglas and frost

from storm that fell upon them as silent as snow

stay inside the weather reports said.


On the night he left her

it was warm, it was raining

and the sky was full of mosquitos and stars


within the walls of her heart

in the marrow of her bones

was ice.



Inspired by Creativity Portal Winter Writing Prompt: The Touch of Winter


No. I Never Did Wonder About That.


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I wonder if snowflakes

scream as they fall

from the sky

to the ground

do their tiny icy little bones snap and crack

as they are driven to the Earth

by the merciless winter wind?


I wonder if snowflakes

scream in their dreams

when they see themselves falling

and drifting


to their icy deaths

to the ground down below.



Inspired By The Winter Creativity Portal Prompt: The Sounds of Winter 

The Tastes of Winter

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Spiced apple cider

sweet chocolates with sprinkles

freshly baked cookies

just out of the oven.


We delight in it all

bite by bite

sip by sip

with our eyes closed in bliss.


Winter is a monster who nibbles at your bones



more then any other time of the year

you smell so delicious

and you probably taste like it too.


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Inpspired By The  Winter Creative Portal Prompt: The Tastes of Winter


A home is a place that reflects who you are on the outside

Photo A.M. Moscoso

and it reflects who you are on the inside

Photo A.M. Moscoso

You should be able to be yourself at home

Photo A.M,Moscoso

and celebrate all of those things that make you who you are.

Photo A.M Moscoso


“No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.”
Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House

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