It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! One would say its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this day. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes. Helplessness has weakened me. Wandering has wearied my legs.
Roman PayneTags: poetry frost winter play theatre forest snow december coldness roman cold freezing wandering january payne roman-payne february maidens anotnius-and-calypia sylvan
The wind makes you ache is some place that is deeper than your bones. It may be that it touches something old in the human soul, a chord of race memory that says Migrate or die - migrate or die.
Stephen KingTags: frost wind autumn human-soul migrate
December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...
John GeddesTags: frost breath memory winter december summer cloud
I'm pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls.
Ashly LorenzanaTags: poetry frost lost sadness despair winter bitterness hopelessness coldness pearls
Fireflies in the Garden
By Robert Frost 1874–1963
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.
Tags: poetry frost nature stars robert fireflies
We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost's familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road — the one less traveled by — offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of the earth.
Rachel CarsonTags: poetry frost nature environment civilization poem survival earth preservation robert-frost
Life is very tough and fragile at the same time, it never backs down or surrenders, but will break open to reveal its beauty and ugliness. As a evening primrose that blooms in the flooding moonlight, just before being trampled upon underfoot by the four-legged frost of the night.
Anthony LiccioneTags: life frost beauty change night flower surrender fragile ugliness flooding primrose trampled
The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods no one had ever heard of outside of the world of secret occult visions.
Simona PanovaTags: love romantic frost vision world god romance silence sinister dark darkness dream secret myth secrets trees mystery worship brothers gods sacrifice haunted ritual visions ancient tree gothic tower forest unknown young-adult mythology atmospheric deity land mysterious brotherhood atmosphere nightmare coldness brother cold numb heard forbidden occult order ghost silent rite pine occultism secretive ominous realm gothic-romance mute grey goth gray deities haunt severe nightmarish resemble noiseless benumbed forbid mystify mystifying tremendous
But frost, like the crystallized dreams of autumn, began to coat the clearing with its sugar glaze.
Victoria Steele LogueTags: frost autumn crystallized-dreams
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