Snowing is an attempt of God to make the dirty world look clean.

~A Comparison of Seasons~Snow’s unforgiving power causes some men to wish for spring’s flower.Some might hate snow’s bitter chill, but you love it at your own will.I see snow as something fun, but others might...

And if the worst, or best, happens, and Death comes for you in the snow, he comes disguised as Sleep, and you greet him rather as a welcome friend than a gruesome foe.

Love is snowy, like the raincloud I left in the freezer. I would ski on the slope of your kiss, but I’d be fearful of an avalanche.

Life and summer are fleeting,’ sang the bird. ‘Snow and dark, and the winter comes. Nothing remains the same.

Joy – in the fall, winter, and always in the mountains where people are few, wildlife is abundant and there is peace in the quiet.

Do you know what the foundation of mathematics is?” I ask. “The foundation ofmathematics is numbers. If anyone asked me what makes me truly happy, I wouldsay: numbers. Snow and ice and numbers. And do...

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 coldly...

Feelings that would not have disgraced a leader who, now that the snow has begun to fall and the mountain-top is covered in mist, knows that he must lay himself down and die before morning...

It was Christmas Eve. Big snowflakes fluttered slowly through the air like white feathers and made all of the Heavenly Valley smooth and white and quiet and beautiful.Tall fir trees stood up to their knees...

Some days you get up and you already know that things aren’t going to go well. They’re the type of days when you should just give in, put your pajamas back on, make some hot...

You wake up on a winter morning and pull up the shade, and what lay there the evening before is no longer there–the sodden gray yard, the dog droppings, the tire tracks in the frozen...

We don’t need to take off our pants and stand naked in the snow to experience the harshness of life; a clever person even can feel it with a bottle of wine.

The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?

the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights

The wind crooned softly as it dusted the snow against the windows, wrapping them in a thick and fluffy cotton blanket.

The very fact of snow is such an amazement.

And she imagined how things could be later. It was stupid, but the picture just appeared in her mind. Abel and Magnus shoveling snow together… in twenty years, in thirty. Magnus had grown old, his...

A small and sinister snow seems to be coming down relentlessly at present. The radio says it is eventually going to be sleet and rain, but I don’t think so; I think it is just...

I like the crunch sound of snow under my boots. Better than stepping on knuckles.

I am prophetic. I predicted it would snow tomorrow yesterday, and sure enough today it snowed. True, I’ve been saying it will snow tomorrow every day since June, but as you can see, my fortune...

Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape.

…the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.

There is something hot in snow: Its pure and clean look!

Snow harder! Snow more!Snow blizzards galore!I can’t get enoughOf the fluffy white stuff!Snow! Snow! Snow!Snow a ton! Snow a heap!Snow ten feet deep!I wouldn’t cryIf it snowed til July.Snow! Snow! Snow!

The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For each other. For who we are meant to be.

All through dinner Arturo and I held hands under the table like a couple of kids, and that made the dinner quite wonderful, even though Mrs. Fletcher kept staring at Olivia as though committing her...

I? I am the wind,’ said Thowra. ‘I come, I pass, and I am gone.’ The strange feathers moved up and down, the strange voice said tartly: ‘And are your sons the same?’ ‘My son...

All Heaven and EarthFlowered white obliterate…Snow…unceasing snow

Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.

The buildings appear to be glued together, mostly small houses and apartment blocks that looked nervous. There is murky snow spread out like carpet. There is concrete, empty hat-stand trees, and gray air.

It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or...

I leaned out one last time and caught a snowflake on my tongue. They tasted so good, so pure and so divine, like nothing I had ever tasted from the sky. It was as if...

Draco’s like… snow,” said Hermione quietly, her gaze absent and distracted. “It’s cold and cruel to begin with, but it’s somehow beautiful, and you miss it when it’s not there. And if you hold it...

I think a lot of snowflakes are alike…and I think a lot of people are alike too.

I’m definitely much more of a beach bunny. I prefer the sun over the snow.

His cloak was his crowning glory; sable, thick and black and soft as sin.

Obviously, people who commit crimes should be punished. Even people who steal socks and ‘Snow White’ videos should probably do time if they have priors, especially serious priors. But the punishment has to fit the...

There is no more sagacious animal than the Icelandic horse. He is stopped by neither snow, nor storm, nor impassable roads, nor rocks, glaciers, or anything. He is courageous, sober, and surefooted. He never makes...

Deb and I were married on a snowy night – wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church…

I discovered Boulder not through cycling but skiing. I was recruited by the university for the ski team, and in my opinion, it’s the best place for skiing – you have this super-light, fluffy champagne...

The City is free of sinThe snow has given it absolution A man who slips A horse that fallsOh no, the city is in a nightgown

The white noise from the old Walkman enveloped them both; like a blanket of new snow, it draped itself over them, shutting out all the curious looks.And the world under the blanket was – surprisingly,...

There’s been a lot to get used to here.” Esther laughed. “Isn’t that the truth. I don’t know if you ever get used to it really. It just gets in your blood so that you...

Love is like a summer rainstorm in winter. Where I’m from that’s called romance. Where you’re from that may be called snow.

She herself, as she had said, was oddly enjoying the snowy night. She had seldom had reason to be abroad in such weather at night, and she had forgotten, or never noticed, how clear the...

With melted snow I boil fragrant tea.

…in a brutal country like ours where human life is cheap, it’s stupid to destroy yourself for the sake of your beliefs. Beliefs, high ideals–only people living in rich countries can enjoy such luxuries.’ ‘Actually,...

Outside, the sky was clear, stars gleaming in its ebony vastness like celestial fireflies. It was bitterly cold, and Hywel’s every breath trailed after him in pale puffs of smoke. The glazed snow crackled underfoot...

NEW HAIKUOne breathy vowelmists the glass warming windowpanes crystalled with snowRobin Glasser