Winter's Ball
the beginnings of another snowfall dance down the breeze overhead
these are the outliers, swaying erratically to whatever beat they can find
like the first people to take to the dancefloor, the people who came to get their groove on
the rest of the flakes will eventually trickle in to join them, preferring a slow waltz in comparison on their way to the ground
they swirl and twirl through the night across their cosmic stage
each dress handcrafted by winter's watchful eye behind the scenes, crystals sewn carefully to ensure the perfect sparkle once the night is over the dance is done and the blanket is sewn
and they are met with disdain at our feet, like a rug we keep meaning to get rid of but never do
leaving all of the beauty we miss amidst our drudgery crumpled beneath our feet
by Brie Thomson
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What is true?
What is you?
Where do we begin
After we fall?
When the seasons all passed
As all things do,
Will it come to an end?
When April is over
And now comes October
Will I still grow?
When I am planted
In the soil, enchanted
Will the wind still blow?
It seems like the branches won’t budge
From their color of fudge
To a whiter snow
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OLD SCHOOL SNOW
Thick movie flakes, the hand
of 1959 tossing animated drifts
across our parking lot, March’s
color-restored lawns flicker, in
your screen; tamper with knobs;
turn winter red; zigzag across
static slopes.
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(via Winter Fairies)
"High in the clouds
The fairies are weaving
Delicate snowflakes of glittering lace
They dust them in starshine
Then send them to earth
To blanket the world in grace."
Laura Jaworski
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Snow Poem - Brian Bilston
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If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lay with me and just forget the world?
Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars
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If you love someone, you should be willing to show it.
Lauren Myracle//Let it Snow
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Sara Teasdale, from “The Garden” in The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale
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Shin-Shin
しんしん | 涔涔 [shin-shin] - the sound of snow falling silently in Japanese.
Delicate lace of winter,
Boundless, pearly sky.
Melting from love
Like snowflakes in warm breath,
We laugh, and dream, and shine.
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My Secret Santa gift for Mabledonut in the shape of a tiny doujinshi (comic) based on her prompts!
Masterlist of my Naruto doujins/comics
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Last Morning (2023)
My reflections on the Poems of Kenji Miyazawa. This is an illustration for his poems "Pine needles" and “The morning of the Last Farewell”, which he wrote in memory of his younger sister Toshiko in 1922.
けふのうちに
とほくへいってしまふわたくしのいもうとよ
みぞれがふっておもてはへんにあかるいのだ
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(via Snow by Laura Jaworski ❄️)
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If you love someone, you should be willing to show it.
Lauren Myracle//Let it Snow
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