Winter is the time for sleep
to say goodbye
crawl back to your childhood dreams
for the cold brings more than danger
snow breeds madness
we chase deer in circles
we find each other dead in the lake
like trees made out of ice
"If the nightingale doesn't shut up
this serenade will be her last"
Demeter divinely laughed
Fear for your life and so mote it be
Love will return, but not yet, not now
Now is necessity
#Solstice
late lion
rapid bronze
I love this!