wtf o_o

Holy beans, it snowed last night. Like 6 inches snowed o_o Melted off the pavement, though, since the ground's too warm--and has probably melted underneath to be about 3inches accumulation. But still, Oct 10, the leaves are still mostly on the trees and only some have changed color and yesterday was a really normal fall day--and today we've got inches of snow. O_o

o_O_o_O_o Ah, Nebraska.

and other lines

Have had poetry on the brain some lately, thanks to a couple blogs and poetry communities I ran into because of some people in the Spn fandom. Which made me think of old favorites, and so was rereading Stephen Crane's 'War Is Kind', and ran into this one from the same volume. Gives me John (& Mary) Winchester and the yellow-eyed demon vibes:

(from War Is Kind and Other Lines)
XIX

The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
Blood -- blood and torn grass --
Had marked the rise of his agony --
This lone hunter.
The grey-green woods impassive
Had watched the threshing of his limbs.
A canoe with flashing paddle,
A girl with soft searching eyes,
A call: "John!"
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Come, arise, hunter!
Can you not hear?
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top.


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But mmm, 'War Is Kind'. (I @ http://theotherpages.org/poems/crane01.html) Mmmm. Dang but I still love that one like crazy.