All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               All they day, they stayed indoors reading, writing, loving, and lounging as moods and inspirations came.  They watched the world outdoors in change from return of sun in a sky clear-blue.  It melted the ice from adorn of trees, tinkle sound of warmth loosened sickles in fall from boughs to shatter and scatter over […]

               From the night and long-made love, they woke to silver dream: sun in rise through clear of blue, ice-glisten on the trees and white of snow beneath.                Through window view, they gazed on the wonder as, awakened and warmed, they returned to love enveloped in down throw-cloud.

               In night and dark and storm’s sustain in blow, they read by fire and candled light; fire in hearth room’s greatest source but, too, the light of candles in illume and cast onto close and near beside.                Wind blew faint in room from draught-stir and current draws of touching warmth and cold.                […]

               Returned to home from fall of snow, door closing fast behind, they rid their gloves and loosened boots then made for high vault room ascending fast the climb of stairs into openness of the space; sky window’s light in dim from ice and snowfall cover, room different in ambiance change as layer by layer, […]

               She felt as a child once again, levitous and free, as they walked in the open air and fall of winter snow; cold of the flakes rouging in touch and melt of cold and body’s rise-answer of inner warmth to surface painting cheeks and bridge of nose.                She held to his hand, each’s […]

               There were worse things than to be snowed and wintered in, wintered more than snowed as it was sleet and ice that scratched on the wind in blow from west sounding on cabin’s wooden walls and panes of glass and amassed on lawn and bowed bodies of the trees.                 It was reason that […]