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Dec. 23rd, 2014
Oxford University's a cappella rendition of Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas is You."
Poem: "December Moon," by May Sarton
Dec. 23rd, 2014 11:45 amBefore going to bed
After a fall of snow
I look out on the field
Shining there in the moonlight
So calm, untouched and white
Snow silence fills my head
After I leave the window.
Hours later near dawn
When I look down again
The whole landscape has changed
The perfect surface gone
Criss-crossed and written on
Where the wild creatures ranged
While the moon rose and shone.
Why did my dog not bark?
Why did I hear no sound
There on the snow-locked ground
In the tumultuous dark?
How much can come, how much can go
When the December moon is bright,
What worlds of play we'll never know
Sleeping away the cold white night
After a fall of snow.
After a fall of snow
I look out on the field
Shining there in the moonlight
So calm, untouched and white
Snow silence fills my head
After I leave the window.
Hours later near dawn
When I look down again
The whole landscape has changed
The perfect surface gone
Criss-crossed and written on
Where the wild creatures ranged
While the moon rose and shone.
Why did my dog not bark?
Why did I hear no sound
There on the snow-locked ground
In the tumultuous dark?
How much can come, how much can go
When the December moon is bright,
What worlds of play we'll never know
Sleeping away the cold white night
After a fall of snow.
I adore this song for its snark.
Fic: Shanshu 9 - Saturday in the Park
Dec. 23rd, 2014 09:26 pmTitle: Saturday in the Park
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 440 - Curmudgeon
Rating: PG
Summary: Part 9 of Shanshu
Word Count: 805
Note: Titles come from a song by Chicago, my Dad's favorite band.
( If she hadn't been an atheist, Millay would have been thanking someone that Will was such a Luddite. Otherwise he'd have thought to drop the tech as he'd run off. It had let her listen in, but it also let her track him to this park. No, Will would never call this a park. In fact, he'd ranted on for hours, more than once, on how a few plants surrounded by concrete did not, as he put it, a park make. She stopped at the far edge of the space, where the street gave way to concrete, flipped her skateboard up to her hand, and watched him. He'd stretched himself out along the edge of a fountain. There was no water, not this early in the morning. He turned his head away as she walked up. She sat down and rested one hand near his shoulder, close but not touching. )
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 440 - Curmudgeon
Rating: PG
Summary: Part 9 of Shanshu
Word Count: 805
Note: Titles come from a song by Chicago, my Dad's favorite band.
( If she hadn't been an atheist, Millay would have been thanking someone that Will was such a Luddite. Otherwise he'd have thought to drop the tech as he'd run off. It had let her listen in, but it also let her track him to this park. No, Will would never call this a park. In fact, he'd ranted on for hours, more than once, on how a few plants surrounded by concrete did not, as he put it, a park make. She stopped at the far edge of the space, where the street gave way to concrete, flipped her skateboard up to her hand, and watched him. He'd stretched himself out along the edge of a fountain. There was no water, not this early in the morning. He turned his head away as she walked up. She sat down and rested one hand near his shoulder, close but not touching. )