December 2009
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A Winter's Tale by David Herbert Lawrence
Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow, And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge; Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go On towards the pines at the hills’ white verge. I cannot see her, since the mist’s white scarf Obscures the dark wood and the dull orange sky; But she’s waiting, I know, impatient and cold, half Sobs struggling into...
Waiting for First Frost, Julie Oliver
When humid summer air turns to billowed breath, but before the leaves begin to fall and creeping white edges engulf otherwise healthy flora, I wait for first frost. The spectacular death of New England, the climactic end of a seasonal chapter. I remember our seasons. That autumn, just after the first frost, making up excuses to steal kisses, and shivering on the front porch while the...
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Sjuzhet is Back
Hi all,
Finally after few month sjuzhet is back. There are few changes that has been made to make it a better spot:
It now has a new design.
The postings will be less frequent but more carefully selected.
There will be weekly themes.
Have great Decemeber.