Browsing Category: Short Story

               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 […]

               New year came.  Sun rose earlier than in day before, its break in dawn more northward in sign and movement in sky; and in the morning light and warmth of particular, peculiar winter, they labored together breaking ground in preparing for the spring.                In the open of lawn beside low, small painted shed […]