With a Twist of Rime

Miscanthus grass in snow
“Cold and solitude are friends of mine…I thus dispose of the superfluous and see things as they are, grand and beautiful.” Henry David Thoreau
“Now trees their leafy hats do bare / To reverence winter’s silver hair.” Poor Robin’s Almanack, 1684
“Black are my steps on silver sod; / Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; / And tree and house, and hill and lake / Are frosted like a wedding cake.” Robert Louis Stevenson
“The country lay bare and entirely leafless around him, and he thought that he had never seen so far and so intimately into the insides of things as on that winter day when nature was deep in her annual slumber and seemed to have kicked the clothes off…undecorated, hard, and stripped of its finery. He had got down to the bare bones of it, and they were fine and strong and simple.” Kenneth Grahame
“You can’t get too much winter in the winter.” Robert Frost
“Winter is not a season; it’s an occupation.” Sinclair Lewis
“…and winter slumbering / In the open air / Wears on his face / A dream of spring.” Samuel Taylor Coleridge
“O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?” Percy Bysshe Shelley
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” Albert Camus



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