Falling Snow
I stand here on a cold winter's night thinking of you wishing you were standing here with my paw in yours linked together falling snow blowing wind why won't you bring him to me?
Snowbound Serpent (Illustrated by WhiteMantis)
Where had the wretched winter come from?
cold winter nights
On the cold, windy, and snowy winter night around 12 midnight i was just getting off work.
Winter Lullaby
Safety in numbers, the lovers relent, Repent the sins, lost wins, star-crossed, Glossed with affection, reflection, effervescent, Blessed session, living lovers like frost gleaming. Meeting in forgotten harmony, calling, crying, fleeting...
The Winter Night
Alas, i guess winter has other ways of greeting. walking forward the snow crunches underneath my footpaws. it is cold but i know i must keep going, in order to see you once again.
Winter War
The papers were already calling it the winter war, though so far the majority of the battles had taken place in the late summer and autumn. winter war seemed appropriate somehow.
Illusions
They're a bright blue and green husky, wearing a golden winter snow suit. his eyes are a deep violet and he has a look of concern on his face. his voice sounds soft but worried. "matthew, come on back inside. it's too cold out here for these clothes."
Walking through the woods during a snowstorm
Just what i observed one winter day several years ago walking through the woods during a snowstorm has always been an experience i enjoy. using it to clear my mind of all the worries and frustrations that had built up over time.
Aokigahara in the Winter
Aokigahara in the winter * * * can i maybe talk you through, a brand new point of view - where you aren't as mean, as you have always been?
Winters embrace
-- a short story about concequences and community a dark winter evening, black clouds covering the sky while blizzard-like winds gush over the landscape.
Greener Pastures, Part One: First Day On Campus
I had spent the summer and fall after my graduation of high school at home, getting everything set up to head out to green pine university at the start of the winter season.
Blue Skies
Dormant branches reach up like fingers to a cloudless sky, where not even the bravest of crows fly, and not a drop of summer's rain lingers. Still the wind breathes, stirring dead leaves. The sun shines down bright, warming only those...