In January in Northern Russia, everything vanishes beneath a deep blanket of whiteness. Rivers, fields, trees, roads, and houses disappear, and the landscape becomes a white sea of mounds and hollows. On days when the sky is gray, it is hard to see where earth merges with air. On brilliant days when the sky is a rich blue, the sunlight is blinding, as if millions of diamonds were scattered on the snow, refracting light. In Catherine's time, the log roads of summer were covered with a smooth coating of snow and ice that enabled the sledges to glide smoothly at startling speeds; on some days, her procession covered a hundred miles.
Robert K. MassieMots clés winter snow russia ice
There are winter evenings in Massachusetts when there is no wind and the crust on the snow seems to hold in the cold. And if the moon is three-quarters full, its light adds a kind of warmth to the surrounding earth.
Kathleen KentWe feel cold, but we don't mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn't feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It's worth being cold for that.
Philip PullmanMots clés beauty nature winter witches moonlight
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 Pole and then the camera cuts out and you hear on the news that he got eaten by a bear
Flynn MeaneyMots clés humor winter teens cold wisconsin north-pole cold-days
NEW HAIKU
One breathy vowel
mists the glass warming window
panes crystalled with snow
Robin Glasser
...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...
John GeddesMots clés life contentment winter seasons spring
...all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...
John GeddesMots clés silence winter grief consuming gnawing
Ah! comme la neige a neigé!
Émile Nelligan Soir d'hiverAh! comme la neige a neigé!
Ma vitre est un jardin de givre.
Ah! comme la neige a neigé!
Qu'est-ce que le spasme de vivre
À la douleur que j'ai, que j'ai!
Tous les étangs gisent gelés,
Mon âme est noire: Où vis-je? Où vais-je?
Tous ses espoirs gisent gelés:
Je suis la nouvelle Norvège
D'où les blonds ciels s'en sont allés.
Pleurez, oiseaux de février,
Au sinistre frisson des choses,
Pleurez, oiseaux de février,
Pleurez mes pleurs, pleurez mes roses,
Aux branches du genévrier.
Ah! comme la neige a neigé!
Ma vitre est un jardin de givre.
Ah! comme la neige a neigé!
Qu'est-ce que le spasme de vivre
À tout l'ennui que j'ai, que j'ai!...
Mots clés winter february hiver février
Maybe eventually winter will finish our job for us and end the world in ice instead of blood.
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