It’s December in Florida, and there are still a few leaves clinging on the branches for dear summer.

In winter night Massachusetts Street is dismal, the ground’s frozen cold, the ruts and pock holes have ice, thin snow slides over the jagged black cracks. The river is frozen to stolidity, waits; hung on...

Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.

To survive the Canadian winter, one needs a body of brass, eyes of glass, and blood made of brandy.

Everybody was dying, or already dead, or leaving other people, and the year was dying into winter, and the only thing to do was make some noise.

I’m a cat, aren’t I?

It is in the coldest months that hugs linger snug, and they warm the soul the most.

In this part of the world, only Maine gives winter the welcome and the worship it should have.

The summer in youcalms the winter in me.

Song falls silent, music is dumb,But the air burns with their fragrance,And white winter, on its knees,Observes everything with reverent attention.

If hope is a feeling that can defeat fear,then at that time I walked uphill through a bed of snow, my tracks were of joyful determination.

He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window,...

El verano es una estación triste en la que nada crece. Quién no prefiere el mes de diciembre pese a la amargura que provoca la felicidad ajena; incluso la establecida crueldad de abril es mil...

Winter is coming, warned the Stark words, and truly it had come to them with a vengeance. But it is high summer for House Lannister. So why am I so bloody cold?

…the kind of weather that reminds you after a long winter that while the world wasn’t built for humans, we were built for the world. t

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

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

…I pray this winter be gentle and kind – a season of rest from the wheel of the mind…

Winter is not a season in the North Middlewest; it is an industry.

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

When Josey woke up and saw the feathery frost on her windowpane, she smiled. Finally, it was cold enough to wear long coats and tights. It was cold enough for scarves and shirts worn in...

In ‘Winter’s Bone,’ it’s literally the director and the camera operator. That’s it. Just a super-small Kubrick crew. You know what I mean? Like, 8 people.

Every Autumn now my thoughts return to snow. Snow is something I identify myself with. Like my father, I am a snow person.

I just made some ice cream soup—for winter, or the next time you visit Antarctica. It’s freezable and reheatable, like my love.

One winter I wrapped myself in newspaper, for warmth and for illiteracy.

Our wings serve as flippers that carry us across the ocean; not in the sky!Why, us penguins have so much fun time in the water, we don’t even want to fly!

At least until there are new lakes in the clouds that open upon living cities as yet unknown, and perhaps forever, that is a question which you must answer within your own heart.

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to...

The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, easily, lazily, lingering as long as I dared, but always heeding the call!

The Art of Living is to be yourself. It is to be true to yourself. The Art of Living is learning to live with love, awareness and truth. Meditation is the way to learn The...

my love is a winter’s mistgently dissolvingthrough the windowat the nape of your neck.

Frost grows on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry.Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition.Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s...