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 a shore with remnant show-off boughs of June-- Ice skaters, Swedes, Irish girls, yellers and singers--they throng on the white ice beneath the crinkly stars that have no altar moon, no voice, but down heavy tragic space make halyards of Heaven on in deep, to where the figures fantastic amassed by scientists cream in a cold mass; the veil of Heaven on tiaras and diadems of a great Eternity Brunette called night.
Jack KerouacHe lived with his mother, father and sister; had a room of his own, with the fourth-floor windows staring on seas of rooftops and the glitter of winter nights when home lights brownly wave beneath the heater whiter blaze of stars--those stars that in the North, in the clear nights, all hang frozen tears by the billions, with January Milky Ways like silver taffy, veils of frost in the stillness, huge blinked, throbbing to the slow beat of time and universal blood.
Jack KerouacWinter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.
Kellie ElmoreMots clés love romance relationships winter seasons unrequited-love couples
...summer softens lines that winter cruelly shows...
John GeddesMots clés age winter lines summer face softens
...I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind...
John GeddesMots clés peace mind winter pray rest kind gentle
December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...
John GeddesMots clés frost breath memory winter december summer cloud
The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?
Lara BiyutsMots clés life love winter snow
...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...
John GeddesMots clés poetry food nature winter berries boughs sparrows
December is an old friend; it reminds you of the past, together you share some laughs and tears, you feel warm-hearted though it’s freezing outside. But, the goodbye is inevitable. May the memories we share with this friend next year be filled with comfort, peace and Love.
Mohamed AtefMots clés friendship love peace winter
And you say Paris is gay, but it has its down times. You say go in the spring and not the summer, because watching the autumn creep through the Rive Gauche preparing for winter is hard.
Darnell Lamont WalkerMots clés winter spring paris autumn
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