Do not fear the dying of the light, for soon the woods will once more echo with delight.
Beneath the autumn’s leaves and winter’s snow, the first, faint glimmerings of spring begin to glow. 151 more words
Finally, the first snow of the year has come. It’s been oddly warm though the Holly King has been reigning since Midsummer–he prefers the cold. It did not truly feel like winter until just before the Holly King was to relinquish his throne to the Oak King, and the first snow did not happen until after. 459 more words