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Mar. 6th, 2015 01:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ill_made_knight"it is the cruelest month of all the year;
the frightened trees are frozen on the hill,
their naked branches shaken by the breath of fear
My sense quickened by the deadly chill,
I hear the silent moonquake in my heart,
and in the virgin snow I read Her triple will."
Just got in from a brisk walk in my wood with the hounds. Dead still, new fallen snow, clear crisp air. The moon, like a silver lamp.... Gods, it effing beautiful...
the frightened trees are frozen on the hill,
their naked branches shaken by the breath of fear
My sense quickened by the deadly chill,
I hear the silent moonquake in my heart,
and in the virgin snow I read Her triple will."
Just got in from a brisk walk in my wood with the hounds. Dead still, new fallen snow, clear crisp air. The moon, like a silver lamp.... Gods, it effing beautiful...
