When you are wrestling for possession of a sword, the man with the handle always wins.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

Dream of the Tundra SwanDusk felland the cold came creeping,cam prickling into our hearts.As we tucked beaksinto feathers and settled for sleep,our wings knew.That night, we dreamed the journey:ice-blue sky and the yodel of flight,the...

Small, red, and upright he waited,gripping his new bookbag tightin one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other,while the first snows of winterfloated down on his eyelashes and covered...

I have not yet lost a feeling of wonder, and of delight, that this delicate motion should reside in all the things around us, revealing itself only to him who looks for it. I remember,...

We made love like two sticks of butter melting in the snow. I mean freezing.

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?

It looks like something out of Whittier’s “Snowbound,”‘ Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.

I don’t really like driving in the snow. There’s something about the motion of the falling snowflakes that hurts my eyes, throws my sense of balance all to hell. It’s like tumbling into a field...

A person looked at me and said “I can’t believe you eat ice cream when it’s cold out” “I replied oh that’s nothing I drink water also when it rains

Snow is so common that I have omitted to note its falling at least two days out of Three.

දෙව්ලොව මෙන් අසිරිමත් එවැනි පරිසරයක සිටින ඕනෑම කෙනකේ එම සුන්දරත්වයෙන් වශී නොවුණහොත් එය පුදුමයකි. සුද පාට හිම කැරලි තුරු මුදුන් වසාගෙනය. ජිවිතයේ පළමු වරට හිම දුටු රවිඳුට තමා කොහි සිටිත්දැයි පවා අමතක විය. හුදෙකලා බව...

The light made the snowballs look yellow. Or at least I hoped that was the cause.

Centomila gavette vuote di cibo, colme di ghiaccio, costellavano la neve e segnavano la sorte dei combattenti imprigionati nella sacca presso il Don.

Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It’s late afternoon – the sun...

“Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness.

…dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins – now the crows own the field…

I’ve always felt lucky to live someplace where snow is rare, you know? It’s rareness that makes it so speacial.

Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people’s legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.

Eestimaa suvi alles algab. See on lühike, kuid lumevaene, nagu ütlevad soomlased.

They were playing old Bob Dylan, more than perfect for narrow Village streets close to Christmas and the snow whirling down in big feathery flakes, the kind of winter where you want to be walking...

Back when I was growing up we didn’t have teleportation devices. We actually had to walk to school. In the snow. And shoes hadn’t even been invented yet.

Winter has arrived in North London. Snow has settled. The white snow looks beautiful and covers everything my eyes can see, yet beneath the incomprehensible beauty, the snow freezes greenery which struggles to breathe. Green...

The skin of frozen snow crunched satisfyingly beneath my boots as I smashed each step into the ground just as I planned to smash my foes.

Immersing oneself in the problems of a book is a good way to keep from thinking of love.

…winter crescent resting in the high pine bough – you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird…

They gathered after mass, sang hymns and read. Everyone had grown even more serene; beneath the sisters’ kerchiefs it was as if there were no faces. When they met Daryushka — it was as if...

Yet there was a momentary hint of blue sky, and even this bit of light was enough to release a flash of diamonds across the wide landscape, so oddly disfigured by its snowy adventure. Usually...

Hallo, Eeyore,” said Christopher Robin, as he opened the door and came out. “How are you?””It’s snowing still,” said Eeyore gloomily.”So it is.””And freezing.””Is it?””Yes,” said Eeyore. “However,” he said, brightening up a little, “we...

I used to be fine in my lonelinessbut somethingor someonesnapped me out of itand showed me company. What it’s like to feel at home,and so the going on by myself part wasn’t as easy anymore.Seasons...

The snow covered the two hills like vanilla frosting on two breasts. That’s what I thought then, because I was in love, and ready to sled down the icing on a birthday cake.

You must not waste your one day here. When the sun shines, you let it shine on you. Snow is always waiting.

A wet autumn morning, a garbage truck clattering down the street. The first snowfall of the season, blossom sized flakes falling languidly and melting on teh ground, a premature snow fall delicate as lace, rapidly...

I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.

…Following the bird you lay into a deep turn in the steepening descent. It [the snow] is super soft, bottomless and amazingly light, yet supportive. It feels like something in between floating on top, and...

The principal or highest part of the mountain having changed its direction to east and west, I ascended it in such manner as to leave its most elevated ranges to the south and travelled north...

Walls have ears.Doors have eyes.Trees have voices.Beasts tell lies.Beware the rain.Beware the snow.Beware the manYou think you know.-Songs of Sapphique

What?” she asked again.He pointed ahead of them. “See that?””What, the snow?””Beyond that.””More snow?””Stop looking at the snow.

The snow began to fall again, drifting against the windows, politely begging entrance and then falling withdisappointment to the ground

The blizzard seemed to be dying down, and it was now possible to enjoy the sight of the buildings and embankments and bridges smothered in the diamond-dusted whiteness. There’s always something soothing in the snow,...

I grew up thinking of snow as a luxury you visit.

…freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin – inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night…

The smallest snowstorm on record took place an hour ago in my back yard. It was approximately two flakes. I waited for more to fall, but that was it. The entire storm was two flakes.

She went to the window. A fine sheen of sugary frost covered everything in sight, and white smoke rose from chimneys in the valley below the resort town. The window opened to a rush of...

Like a forest rose the huge peaks above the slumbering village, measuring the night and heavens. They beckoned him. And something born of the snowy desolation, born of the midnight and silent grandeur, born of...

The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.

I fish for rain, but I only ever seem to catch snow.

At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare...

They’ve never known a time when people drank rain water because it was pure, or could eat snow, or swim in any river or brook. The last time I drove to Washington the traffic was...

…every life is like a snowflake: individual existences might look identical from afar, but to understand one´s own eternally mysterious uniqueness one had only to plot the mysteries of one´s own snowflake.