winter-heavy

Updated: August 9, 2026

Then a house, white, had a curious distinctness. How was it? Then she saw a village there were always houses passing. This was an old world she was still journeying through, winter-heavy and dreary. There was plough-land and pasture, and copses of bare trees, copses of bushes, and homesteads naked and work-bare. No new earth had come to pass. She looked at Birkin's face.

D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence - Women in Love