Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless.
The color of springtime is in the flower. The color of winter is in the imagination.
One must obtain just a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.
Winter is the slow-down
Winter is the search for self
Winter gives the silence you need to listen
Winter goes gray so you can see your own colors...
Winter winds sweep away the dead leaves of our lives.
Of winters lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer’s secret
Deep down within its heart.
Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.