#winter words

apricity (noun) - the warmth of the sun in winter

i wanted to do a little intro in case any of you want to know more about the little weirdo that is me

i’m jamie, i’m 24, libra and work as a psychological wellbeing practitioner. i live in england and i love cottage core and green witchcraft. i’ve got a little collie pup called george and we roam the south west chatting complete rubbish with each other.

asks always open for anyone who wants to chat or would like any mental health advice.

love to you all, j

subnivean [of being underneath snow]: piles of thick blankets, watching romantic movies, sneaking into the kitchen at night, cinnamon sugared doughnuts and coffee, walking around a familiar home, cold surrounding a warm home, the faint smell of vanilla essence, a comfortable quiet settling between friends

apricity [the sun’s warmth in winter]: pillow fights, freshly baked cookies, silences broken with birdsong, hushed laughter, running across cold grass, marshmallows melting into mugs of hot chocolate, the unexpected colours of winter flowers, rays of light weaving through the branches of trees that stretch up to greet the sky

The wind, it beats upon the glass,

Pushing back, it wants to crack.

On every tree, the winter white

Can be seen in the moonlight.

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Those inside, if they are alive,

No one can really know.

They speak with sounds I’ve never heard,

It chills the bone - the cold in every word.

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From above and down below,

There are no ways, no place to go.

When laughter came, the games were played,

And soon it fades, yet still they stay.

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All alone and in cold,

They look alive in their stranglehold,

Ashes fly from the hearth fireside,

Yet nothing burns inside.

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From above and down below,

There are no ways, no place to go.

The moon it goes, turns into day,

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