Tag: Snow

Evening

Snow lies thick on evenings gown

The colour suits her well

Dusk shines palest yellow

Upon her curve and swell

And as she moves across the land

Her many jewels fall down

The snowflakes are her necklace pearls

The stars above – her crown

The charming moon, now round and cold

Steps out from darkened cloud with flair

To add the merest touch of gold

To brighten up her hair

As tall, dark night draws closer

Evening strides away

She says she won’t be taken in

By his invitation to stay

But it’s far too late for her

Though she swears she’ll not let him win

With a long and gentle sigh

She softly yields to him.

Quote Of The Week

For all the cold noses and warm hearts, the snowed in, the breadless, milkless hordes of Britons fighting the Beast, here is my quote of the week.

‘The English never yield, and though driven back and thrown into confusion, they always return to the fight, thirsting for vengeance as long as they have a breath of life.’

-Giovanni Mocenigo, Venetian Ambassodor in France 1588.

P.S We definately need to get the Scottish and Welsh in there as well! I’m not sure we can avenge snow, but we’ll have a damn good try. The Grit King cometh.