The little room with words and cheer, But silent feet are on the hill, Across the window veiled eyes peer. The hosts of lovers, young in death, Go seeking down the world to-night, Remembering faces, warmth and breath— And they shall seek till it is light. ...
Diluted ‘til there’s no warmth left.Still, give credit for the effort.Kindle carefully the spark.Perhaps tomorrow will be better, andI’ll rise higher from the dark. In response to dVerse poetics: “Despite and Still” Posted in humanity, poetry | Tagged dVerse Poetics, gloom, ...
la floralie 2 381 With warmth of dark sparkle, Winter stills Pique Images WPC –“It Begins with a Flower” Tonight I Want It To Rain – Life Confusions Musings of a Random Mind Weekly Photo Challenge: It’s Not This Time of Year Without… Leya It’s Not This Time of The Year...
gave me inspiration of places to visit, and brought actual warmth when I was literally cold. It did not make me want to sail on my own sailboat though because my type of getaway involves doing very little hard work, and sailing on your own seems like a more arduous and dangerous version...
As silly as they sometimes get, love comes through, adding warmth and depth and turning what could have been a comedy act into an evening of insight. Berkeley, CA: East Bay Express Critic's Choice for the week of January 24-30, 2007 Rhymes that rhyme! I love your stuff, and if I ...
And in my bones I feel the warmthThat's coming from insideOh, look, what's this?They're hanging mistletoe, they kissWhy that looks so unique? InspiredThey're gathering around to hear a storyRoasting chestnuts on a fireWhat's this?What's this?In here they've got a little tree, how...
with her family business in the craft of making custom oboes, she feels the warmth of being near her family but the death of a friend rocks her world. This mystery has romance, a family feel, and of course an enthralling mystery. Put on your amateur sleuth hat. As always with Ms ...
The cold-white warmth of the Mother lays its silky breath on me showing me how to rest for now I ache as I grow She heals me she feeds me My arms twitch and pitch and fall and rise in the quakes of Mother strengthening me
Lizzie Rose and Parsefall are dazzled by the Wintermute home. Clara seems to have everything they lack — adoring parents, warmth, and plenty to eat. In fact, Clara’s life is shadowed by grief, guilt, and secrets. When Clara vanishes that night, suspicion of kidnapping falls upon the pu...
, its hirsute integumentary system (what lies under that thick fur and how do banthas cope with the heat while wearing many wookies worth of wooly warmth?) and its peculiar, pillar-like limbs. The spiralling horns that add rings as the bantha grows, the nuchal ligament that supports the ...