You have to feel the bite of the wind to appreciate the warmth of a winter coat.

What Do the Trees Know?What do the trees know? To bend when all the wild winds blow. Roots are deep and time is slow. All we grasp we must let go.What do the trees know?...

Snake’s LullabyBrother, sister, flick your tongueand taste the flakes of autumn sun.Use these last few hours of goldto travel, travel toward the cold.Before your coils grow stiff and dull,your heartbeat slows to winter’s lull,seek the...

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...

Big Brown MooseI’m a big brown moose,I’m a rascally moose,I’m a moose with a tough, shaggy hide;and I kick and I prancein a long-legged dancewith my moose-mama close by my side.I shrug off the coldand...

Well, you could rejuvenate a man like a tree. Cut off bad memories of him, scrape off all pain, all disappointments, like dead tissue; cut off mistakes, stupid decisions, mistakes, x-ray thoughts. And that it...

It’d been a long time since they’d been together, but as close as they were physically, they’d never been so far apart in every other way.

Nature awakens in brilliant colors of autumn, making me wish winter would bid adieu.

can you see how amazing the Sun in Winter? so beautiful like a miracle”, and he looked at me and said “The Sun is like a miracle just in Winter, but you are a miracle...

In Tahoe, you want to be able check on the temperature of the house or turn it on before you get there. Because it’s really cold in the winter.

There are such a lot of things that have no place in summer and autumn and spring. Everything that’s a little shy and a little rum. Some kinds of night animals and people that don’t...

I’m pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls.

It hardly mattered. She was tired of waiting for him to acknowledge who he was. Tired of donning a false mask of gaiety when she was so much more—felt so much more—beneath. No one had...

It was snowing when I got off the bus at Flax Hill. Not quite regular snowfall, not exactly a blizzard. This is how it was: The snow came down heavily, settled for about a minute,...

The blast that swept him came off New Hampshire snow-fields and ice-hung forests. It seemed to have traversed interminable leagues of frozen silence, filling them with the same cold roar and sharpening its edge against...

I was washing outside in the darkness,the sky burning with rough stars,and the starlight, salt on an axe-blade.The cold overflows the barrel.The gate’s locked,the land’s grim as its conscience.I don’t think they’ll find the new...

It’s New York, people. It’s winter. We get snow. If you aren’t preparedto deal with it, move to Miami.

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

I don’t really know that this story has a whole lot of things happen in it. It doesn’t really. It’s just a record of how things were in my life during this last winter. I...

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...

Don’t judge me. Ethics and morality no longer exist in our world. It’s a luxury of the past, afforded only to those who had a future.

That year, when the trees burned the fire of late summer into their leaves and the ground mist was a ghost of the river, long and wet and cold, the aunt looked from her windows...

Ja, wo ist der Schnee vom vergangenen Jahr!

Winter is not a season, it’s a celebration.

You can only look forward to a South Dakota winter if, as with childbirth, remodeling a house, or writing a novel, you’re able to forget how bad it was the last time.

It was an amazing garden like nothing Will had ever seen. Everything was covered in snow and glittering ice, the winding paths, the clusters of trees and what looked like mazes. And here and there...

Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths.

Winter is a season we all wish to start and end soon.

You have food?” Winter scolded. “I thought you said you were hungry.”I’m hungry for other things besides what I have,” [Clover] argued.

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 hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists…

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

Perhpas if I call out to Rat he might hear,” said the Mole to himself, but without much hope.Rat! Ratty! O Rat, please hear me!” he called out as loudly as he could, holding up...

Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.

During those snowy New England winters, besides learning to rise at five to study calculus and trudge two miles through the drifts for breakfast down the road, he had suppressed some tremendous element in himself...

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...

And just like a midsummer nights breeze, she ran away, into the moonlight, a fox, proud and strong. The lone wolf walked away, saddened she was gone.

Love is like a beautiful summer day in the middle of winter. I’ve got shorts on, so it seems like a good time to invade Russia.

Grief is always sudden as winter, no matter how long the autumn.

Pies mean Thanksgiving and Christmas and picnics.

Got nothing to say now, huh? Figures.” She snorted. Hearing voices was one thing, but talking back to them probably hiked her up to a whole new level of psychosis. Awesome.

Now that he was teaching Quentin could see why the faculty didn’t bother trying to improve the climate. It kept people amazingly focused. … You could actually watch as the determination to seize the moment...

Maybe nature is like you and me. It works like all of us. If the weather changes all the time,then it must be on duty. On this cold day winter has started it’s shift therefore...

still other winters average their rain months into a long, cold season of relentless sog and little color. At such times, looking out through the spattered glass, I feel, deep in some spongy, unignorable organ,...

I dont hate it he thought, panting in the cold air, the iron New England dark; I dont. I dont! I dont hate it! I dont hate it!

All this blackness was within him, but that was where it really mattered. It was night without moon or stars, it was a doorless pit in the earth’s bowels, it was forever. He felt black...

today’s tan is tomorrow’s cancer”I walk outsideAnd whistle at the wind.

I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future – the timelessness of the rocks and the hills – all the people who have existed there. I...

You have them only by my permission.