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
but
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
slowly
to their icy deaths
to the ground down below.
Inspired By The Winter Creativity Portal Prompt: The Sounds of Winter
That’s Cold
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
because
now
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
Home
A home is a place that reflects who you are on the outside
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and it reflects who you are on the inside
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You should be able to be yourself at home
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and celebrate all of those things that make you who you are.
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“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.”
― The Haunting of Hill House
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