Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label winter. Show all posts

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Winter's Gift



A crystalline beauty
Enfolds us
In its delicate pallet
Of glassy hues;
Charmingly cool,
Deceptively inviting.

Diamond-encrusted
Throughways,
Defying brisk resolve;
A veiled admonition
To our reluctant embrace
Of nature's respite.

The gift of the season:
Perhaps as much
About what lies within,
As without;
A well-timed invitation
For reflective pause.


Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Winter Bliss

With winter upon our doorstep, and scheduled to make its very chilly entrance next week, I thought I would feature a few lovely quotes from some well-known writers. But strangely enough, I couldn’t find very many. Perhaps, winter is not most people’s favourite season? Well, for all those who are not yet convinced of winter’s charms, let’s see if you don’t waver in your opinion even slightly after reading what these clever people had to say.
"There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you...  In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself." ~Ruth Stout 








"The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty.   It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did, hushed, solemn." ~Patricia Hampl 
"Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, 
and enjoy every idle hour."
 
~John Boswell
Someone painted pictures on my

Windowpane last night --
Willow trees with trailing boughs
    
And flowers, frosty white,



And lovely crystal butterflies;
 
But when the morning sun

Touched them with its golden beams,

They vanished one by one. 
~Helen Bayley Davis, Jack Frost
"Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle... a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl.  And the anticipation nurtures our dream." ~Barbara Winkler