“ It was one of those years when there was no summer. There was no winter either. It was just November all year that year. Betty K. Erwin
“ So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and i… Charlotte Eriksson
“ A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things. George R.R. Martin
“ The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow… Helen Bevington
“ It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How co… Roman Payne
“ I'm pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls. Ashly Lorenzana
“ We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed, and find a pleasure in the endless repetition of the beautiful, poetic, and absurd. We find, in all the… Robert G. Ingersoll
“ I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below. Ashly Lorenzana
“ Groundhog found fog. New snows and blue toes. Fine and dandy for Valentine candy. Snow spittin'; if you're not mitten-smitten, you'll be frostbitten! By jing-y feels spring-y. Old Farmer's Almanac
