“ 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
“ Wintry it ain't- no complaints! Snowier: Storefronts are showier, light displays glowier. Shoppers are prowling, blizzard howling! Drifts a-heaping, lords a-leaping, Yule logs burning, gifts returning… The Old Farmer's Alamanac
“ Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled Munia Khan
“ December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory... John Geddes
“ Winters are a desolate time where all senses are wiped away, and here in Canada, this is especially true. All smells are sucked clean from the air, leaving only a harsh, icy crispness. Colours are str… Rebecca McNutt
“ I love you, he whispered as he thrust again. And again. Each movement controlled. Each small movement devastating in its effect. I love you.She lost all concept of time. She lost her place and surroun… Elizabeth Hoyt
“ She gasped again and opened blue eyes lit with erotic mischief. Are you trying to steal the reins from me?Even with his penis buried deep within her, even moments from climax, he arched an eyebrow. Yo… Elizabeth Hoyt
