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

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

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...

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...

Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.

Don’t you see? You brought me into the daylight. You’ve embraced parts of me that I was never able to let see light. Don’t make me retreat again into the night. (Winter Makepeace)

It’s a shiny tin can of a day, bright but gray. Welcome to one of Florida’s two overcast days per year. A Florida winter can last a brutally long 48 hours, and in that time...

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing … The leaves...

You think of outside your room, of the streets of the town, the lonely little squares over by the station, of those winter Saturdays all alike.

He’d shoved his toque and mitts into the sleeve of his parka when he’d come in the night before, and now, thrusting his right arm into the armhole, he hit the blockage. At a practiced...

Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren’t.

Or winters when the sloughs were frozen over and dead and i could walk across the ice and snow between the dead cattails and see nothing but grey skies and dead things and cold

The cold is a lonely person’s way to feel alone and death.

The hard soil and four months of snow make the inhabitants of the northern temperate zone wiser and abler than his fellow who enjoys the fixed smile of the tropics.

sleeping beauty/trips me with a frown

It was one of those years when there was no summer. There was no winter either. It was just November all year that year.

Yver, vous n’estes qu’un villain,Esté est plaisant et gentil,En tesmoing de May et d’AvrilQui l’acompaignent soir et main.Esté revest champs, bois et fleurs,De sa livrée de verdureEt de maintes autres couleurs,Par l’ordonnance de Nature.Mais vous,...

I am in love, and the river is beginning to ice over. I’d better go drown myself before I freeze to death.

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

December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.

Over the wintry forest, winds howl in rage with no leaves to blow.

If winter helps you curl up and more that makes it one of the best of the seasons.

By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.Not that year.Winter hung in there, like an invalid...

The season was waning fastOur nights were growing cold at lastI took her to bed with silk and song,’Lay still, my love, I won’t be long;I must prepare my body for passion.”O, your body you...

These marvels were great and comfortable ones, but in the old England there was a greater still. The weather behaved itself.In the spring all the little flowers came out obediently in the meads, and the...

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi’s ‘Winter’ and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

Pain was as much a part of this life as the summer and the winter and the rain, and there was no greater asshole than the one who believed you can cure it.

So they went running together, silent, toward the vast wastes of snow where no living thing but they two moved under the stars of night.

In winter this town is freezing. You step out your door in the morning and the whole place looks like one of those nature specials in which a guy brings a camcorder to the North...

After the sorts of winters we have had to endure recently, the spring does seem miraculous, because it has become gradually harder and harder to believe that it is actually going to happen. Every February...

We made love like two tree branches in winter. We were naked and motionless.

It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked out in frost, seem to have sweated ice; the earth resounds beneath one’s...

But here I am in July, and why am I thinking about Christmas pudding? Probably because we always pine for what we do not have. The winter seems cozy and romantic in the hell of...

Jacin Clay, there is an assassin under my bed.

…summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows…

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...

The other houses in the neighborhood had Christmas lights up and trees visible in their windows, but not Shae’s. She and I were the only ones who didn’t care anymore, and I liked that about...

This twinned twinkle was delightful but not completely satisfying; or rather it only sharpened my appetite for other tidbits of light and shade, and I walked on in a state of raw awareness that seemed...

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.

Well warmed and ready for a long ride.

Our favourite amusement during that winter was tobogganing. In places the shore of the lake rises abruptly from the water’s edge. Down these steep slopes we used to coast. We would get on our toboggan,...

Summer fell upon Paris, with everyone still intently following his own subterranean course of passion or habit and looking up like a startled creature of the night at the blazing June sun. Now, all of...

The winter solstice has always been special to me as a barren darkness that gives birth to a verdant future beyond imagination, a time of pain and withdrawal that produces something joyfully inconceivable, like a...

When the north wind blew across the tar ponds, voices were carried away.

In winter the very ground seemed to reach up and grab the elderly, yanking them to earth as though hungry for them.

I hate winter. I’ve lived in Syracuse my whole life and I hate winter. It starts too early and ends too late. No one likes it.