Showing posts from December, 2014

Mark my footsteps good my page, tread thou in them boldly, Thou shall find the winter's rage freeze your blood less coldly."

Frosty wind made moan.

So the shortest day came, and the year died, And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing,To drive the dark away. (Susan Cooper).

'Highest of heights, I climb this mountain and feel one with the rock and grit and solitude echoing back at me.' Bradley Chicho

"....far from a useful fireplace." The Woodpile, Robert Frost

'As gentle as feathers, the snow piles high. Our world gets rewritten and retraced every time.' Sleeping at last.