Then came nightthat was like falling water.At times, for hours,a bird spirit,half buzzard, half swan,just above the rushesfrom which a snow-storm howls.

The snow was endless, a heavy blanket on the outdoors; it had a way about it. A beauty. But I knew that, like many things, beauty could be deceiving.

The exact science of one molecule transformed into another — that Mabel could not explain, but then again she couldn’t explain how a fetus formed in the womb, cells becoming beating heart and hoping soul....

With my big 80s hair, my cut off jean shorts, and my roller skates, I’m going to look sexy on my way to work in the snow this winter. And I just got sled dogs,...

I think Michigan keeps you sane and on an even keel through the ups and downs. In Michigan, I do fireworks, shovel snow and live life.

Snow is not a wolf in sheep’s clothing – it is a tiger in lamb’s clothing.

Heroic dreams are the consolation of the unhappy. After all, when people like us say we’re being heroic, it usually means we’re about to kill each other–or kill ourselves.

When the full moon was out the other night, it created one of the most spectacular scenes that I have seen in the Alps. The high glaciers of the Mont Blanc range were glowing an...

She says his eyes address her like the silence of the snow.

and the idea of nothingness — the most terrifying of all ideas, when thought of with feeling — has, in my dear master’s work and in my memories of him, something as high and luminous...

Snow’s all right on a fine morning, but I like to be in bed when it’s falling

For God took a handful of blizzard snow, blew on it and created the horse.

I’ll find out who’s inside. Wait here and keep alert!’ Hallam rasped. He skirted the main path to skulk towards one of the shuttered windows on the building’s eastern wall. There was a crack in...

There are winter evenings in Massachusetts when there is no wind and the crust on the snow seems to hold in the cold. And if the moon is three-quarters full, its light adds a kind...

The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.

The snow came up to the top of Georgie’s calves – she had to lift her feet high to make any progress. Her ears and eyelids were freezing…God, she’d never even been able to imagine...

RELUCTANCEOut through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended;I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended;I have come by the highway home, And lo,...

I thought, how magical, the first glimspe of snow. By March I would be sick of it, but here in this November instant those tiny flakes swirled with the unspeakable purity of a divine gift.

I grew up on the edge of a national park in Canada – timberwolves, creeks, snow drifts.

I think we should model parts of the English language after the Inuits, who have 52 words for snow. Why don’t we have 52 words for love? Instead, I have to rely on metaphors like,...

I’m a very big fan of winter-flowering shrubs and bulbs. You have the smell, you have the color – it’s really like a present from God when something like that is in flower in the...

A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere.

A man could be at the coffee-house every evening laughing and playing cards with his friends, he could have so much fun with his classmates that there is never a moment they arent´t exploding into...

The light irradiates white peaks of Annapurna marching down the sky, in the great rampart that spreads east and west for eighteen hundred miles, the Himalaya- the alaya (abode, or home) of hima (snow).Hibiscus, frangipani,...

This is my first snow at Smith. It is like any other snow, but from a different window, and there lies the singular charm of it.

Maybe it’s wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love...

She wanted to stay out there, to hang on her branch in the world until the cold had burned down to her bones. She could leave her whitened bones scattered on the snow and depart...

It’s January and I’m kicking snow off the ground. I just threw out the flower you made me promise to water, handle with care, because I was too careless, you said. Careless with things and...

We have a love so pure that it makes snow seem yellow. (Don’t eat it!)

I was reading a magazine when I was a little kid, probably about twelve years old, and an ad said that if you sell so many jars of Noxzema skin cream, we’ll sell you a...

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.

But no one believes in that way what he reads in a novel…Oh yes they do. If only to see themselves as wise and superior and humanistic, they need to think of us as sweet...

…the wildlings had no where to go. Some continued upward, and died. Some went downward, and died. Some stayed where they were. They died as well.

The snow continues with high winds we remain at this camp to day in consequence of the weather.

A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.

I gave three quiet cheers for Minnesota. In Seattle a dusty inch of anything white and chilly means the city lapses into full-on panic mode, as if each falling flake crashes to earth with its...

After six long hours of driving and three rest stops, Tiger pulls up to a snow-topped, metal speaker box just outside the State Penitentiary’s first gate in Walla Walla. As he rolls down his window...

This is an extra letter in the middle of the month because I’m rather lonely tonight. It’s awfully stormy; the snow is beating against my tower. All the lights are out on the campus, but...

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.

I love snow for the same reason I love Christmas: It brings people together while time stands still. Cozy couples lazily meandered the streets and children trudged sleds and chased snowballs. No one seemed to...

For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds /Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and...

…there’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on. It makes you believe you’re special, even though you know you’re not.

The two things, love and snow, that make the world look fresh again

One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.

He rose and walked to the windows. The moon reflected the pristine whiteness blowing into shadowy silvery mounds beneath the stars. It spread out before him, all pure and flowing and sterling. There’d always been...

It’s wrong, what you say, and I beg you, if you’re a good man,to forget what you’ve said, as I forget it,” she said at last.”Not one word, not one gesture of yours shall I,...

So you heroically undertook to endure the pains of faithlessness, just to be able to write good poems. But you didn´t realise then that when you lost that voice inside you, you´d end up all...

..snow gently settles like dust in a shaft – for one moment there is no one else – only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate …

A wave of Time hangs motionless on this particular shore.I notice a tree, arsenical grey in the light, or the slowWheel of the stars, the Great Bear glittering colder than snow,And remember there was something...