Soft was the snow that fluttered all around you And cascaded gently onto your hair and face. Moist were your lips from the occasional snowflake That floated into the opening between us, Before we resumed our passionate embrace.
Soft was the snow that fluttered all around you And cascaded gently onto your hair and face. Moist were your lips from the occasional snowflake That floated into the opening between us, Before we resumed our passionate embrace.
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the …
How silently they tumble down And come to rest upon the ground To lay a carpet, rich and rare, Beneath the trees without a care, Content to sleep, their work well done, Colours gleaming in the sun. At other times, they wildly fly Until they nearly reach the sky. Twisting, turning through the air Till …
“To freely bloom – that is my definition of success.” Gerry Spence Gerald Leonard “Gerry” Spence (born January 8, 1929) is a semi-retired American trial lawyer. He is a member of the American Trial Lawyers Hall of Fame. As of 2014, Spence has never lost a criminal case either as a prosecutor or a defense …
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, long ago. Christina Rossetti
January The days are short, The sun a spark, Hung thin between The dark and dark. Fat snowy footsteps Track the floor. Milk bottles burst Outside the door. The river is A frozen place Held still beneath The trees of lace. The sky is low. The wind is gray. The radiator Purrs all day. …
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