to see the grass in morning frost brings joy to many, few hearts it can't soft. delicate feathers of icy snow pattern the windows making them glow. a lifeless branch of a tree so great the sights so pretty it would seem to be fate that a celebration of this great size could be so beautiful to everyones eyes. through the dead there is beauty, this you should see, and this is why Yule is a favorite to me.
MasterTater · Mon Dec 18, 2006 @ 09:34pm · 1 Comments |