#winternomore

[dmitrisuvorovphotography]

Model: @julsuv #spring #newdecor #flowers #white #winternomore #photostudioartpro #dmitrisuvorovphotography (at Art Pro Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/B9Hw98tDWEE/?igshid=1dfmq6qv9k5zf

[ataud]

The army of dead in Wintefell battle, graphic description... #GoT #WhiteWalkers #nightKing #WinternoMore #prideforNorth #gameofthrones https://www.instagram.com/p/BxB9jPRnSpj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=15jfplkeh310a

[maeanthonette16]

Today's weather is so refreshing! 😄😍 #winternomore #springis❤️ (at Changwon)

[frankissmine]

When summer is coming 😍 #takemeback #yaswaterworld #throwback #wheninabudhabi #resort #yasisland #yasislandabudhabi #abudhabi #summertime #winternomore #feeltheheat #wayback2016 (at Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates)

[optimisticpaul-blog]

Come on Spring, you know you can do it. Be the early bird. #morning #nyc #spring #winternomore #motivation (at Washington Square Park)

[sakucita]

Notese el ejercito de Sakuritas que tenemos atras 😂 #sakuracardcaptor #b612 #winternomore #hotwinter

[thenthconcept]

End of an era ...beginning of a new one. #thenth #thenthconcept #gloves #mittens #floral #endoftheseason #winternomore #inbetweenseasons

[e-flom]

D.I.Y. Winter Blues

In some sort of morning haze we drove by that white-haired widow, sweeping snow from the sidewalk. She knew well that it would not put grass between her toes, no, but it would make it all the nicer to walk along.

Do you think she knows the wind? Do you think she will be back out, each hour, broom resting upon her shoulder like a rifle?

I’ve since traded in my own guns for a small bag of tinctures. It was really more of a disarmament and subsequential search that left me fumbling through the snow. But now I can hear this bird, fallen from its branch, submerged somewhere in the frozen flora waiting for spring.

Its little whispers aren’t for me but I’ve started to build a nest anyway in the breast pocket of each of my shirts from the hair you left behind. Sometimes I wonder if it was the indifference of the winter wind that sent you back to the desert.

Maybe someday in the rays of some morning sun as I’m dusting the snow from the steps of our porch I will find that bird and I’ll bend over to open up the small pocket of my shirt and let it hurry in, knowing that it will not put grass between our toes but it will bring you closer to me.