quotations about winter
What miracle of weird transforming
Is this wild work of frost and light,
This glimpse of glory infinite?
JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER
"The Pageant"
Winter's notion of poetry is tragedy. It knows nothing of comedy. Its laughter was frozen on its lips long ago.
WILLIAM A. QUAYLE
"Headed Into Spring", The Sanctuary, March 17, 1921
If you felt like Dick or Debbie Downer this winter, it's OK to blame the weather. On the bright side, the mercury on the thermometer outside your kitchen window is rising weekly and the sun's light is becoming more frequent and direct. Before long, we'll be awash in color. And, perhaps, pollen.
NIC LOYD & LINDA WEIFORD
"Weathercatch: Why it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad winter", The Spokesman-Review, April 5, 2017
With what was hopefully winter's last gasp behind us, I think back to when I first saw the snow stand still and unperturbed on the far-flung grounds of UConn, evenly plowed and in the habit of turning into tunnels. The streetlights shone brighter with the backdrop of the icy snow, and random flakes flew past my nose as I walked alone across the bridge near Mirror Lake. The snow! This once inconsequential day, merely colder than those delightful six weeks before UConn turns into a cage match between you and the wind, became a day where strings of violins glided over the covered ground, pushed by the East Wind, all the while laughing at the people who dared to walk through its cold. It told of times past and celebrated times present, and for ten minutes, winter was cool.
STEN SPINELLA
"Storytime with Sten: The melancholy of winter, the pressure of summer", Daily Campus, March 20, 2017
O Winter! ruler of the inverted year!
WILLIAM COWPER
The Task
A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.
PATRICIA BRIGGS
Dragon Blood
Under the snowdrifts the blossoms are sleeping,
Dreaming their dreams of sunshine and June,
Down in the hush of their quiet they're keeping
Trills from the throstle's wild summer-sung tune.
HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD
Under the Snowdrifts
Who's got the winter blues? For me, the slide down begins after the new year and steadily declines, building rapid speed from there, falling into the pit of the dreaded dead of winter. It's that time of year when getting out of your warm bed is not for the weak, and trudging through every day life seems monotonous, exhausting, boring and, well, just hard. For many people, winter is a very difficult season to muster the strength to feel joy and excitement about much of anything. SAD struggle is real, people. It's real.
CHRISTINE CARTER
"5 Ways to Beat Those Winter Blues!", Huffington Post, February 1, 2016
Every Fern is tucked and set,
'Neath coverlet,
Downy and soft and warm.
SUSAN COOLIDGE
Time to Go
Winter is a time women often feel like their femininity lies dormant. I wanted to embrace what can happen underneath all those layers, the sensuality of the female form.
MICHELLE SMITH
"MILLY Fall 2016 Collection: Perfect for Selena Gomez & Vanessa Hudgens", Hollywood Life, February 12, 2016
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
WILLA CATHER
My Antonia
The Winter is coming -- the Winter is near --
Dread Winter's approaching -- the giant is here;
His footsteps are treading o'er everything green;
His breath is a frost fast encrusting the scene.
The trees are now yellow, the leaves are now sere;
Their pride and their beauty have fled in their fear.
The flowers -- where are they? entombed in the shroud
That hides them from view like a beautiful cloud --
The first fall of snow! How it glitters so clear!
What a pity such beauty begetteth a tear!
What a pity that purity such as the snow's
Is the instrument oft of the bitterest woes!
JOHN MURDOCK
"The Winter Is Coming", Joy Hours; Or, Poems, Songs, and Lyrics
Everywhere I go I hear comments that this is the longest winter ever, that people are just sick of it and that they'll never spend another winter here if at all possible. But not in my house. I have spent many decades now with that other guy, the one who gleefully checks weather reports online to see when it's going to snow and smiles broadly when he looks out the window and sees his dreams coming true in the form of big fat snowflakes. Happily he dons his winter apparel and out he goes to shovel the walk and driveway, twice a day or more if necessary. Couldn't be happier.
STEFANIE PETTIT
"Front Porch: For some, winter is a time of joy", The Spokesman-Review, March 15, 2017
Winter is not an end. It is in transit. It is headed to bankruptcy. The sheriff will sell its stock for what he can get and an ice man will be the only bidder at the sale.
WILLIAM A. QUAYLE
"Headed Into Spring", The Sanctuary, March 17, 1921
Winter is approaching. Yes, it is approaching ... How to live?
MAXIM GORKY
Creatures That Once Were Men
As winters go, this has been a mild one. Which some may think is good. After all, with hardly any snow to shovel and not enough ice to cause an epidemic of slip and falls, this winter has been easy on our backs.... Still, I'm more convinced this mild winter is a bad thing. And here's why: Year round flip-flops. Instead of packing them away until beach season, people have continued to wear the flimsy footwear all winter. FYI: They're just as unsightly in the winter as they are in the summer. They're just as inappropriate in public, too. And gross feet are gross no matter what time of year it is.
GEORGEA KOVANIS
"The woes of a warm winter", Detroit Free Press, February 8, 2016
If the dark days of winter are a struggle where everything seems that little bit harder, it is not just your imagination. Scientists have discovered that the brain actually works differently throughout the year, with some parts far more active in the summer than in the winter months. In fact, brain activity related to attention and concentration peaks during the summer solstice and slumps to a low on the shortest day of the year.
SARAH KNAPTON
"Why winter is a mental struggle: human brain more active in summer, scientists find", The Telegraph, February 8, 2016
When winter twilight falls on my street with the rain, a sense of the horrible sadness of life descends upon me. I think of drunken old women who drown themselves because nobody loves them; I think of Napoleon at St. Helena, and of Byron growing morose and fat in the enervating climate of Italy.
LOGAN PEARSALL SMITH
Trivia
What did the tree say after a long winter? What a re-leaf ...
NIC LOYD & LINDA WEIFORD
"Weathercatch: Why it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad winter", The Spokesman-Review, April 5, 2017
I stood and watched the water and knew something had ended, that winter was gone and with it things undone and pledges unfulfilled.
MITCH MODE
"Outdoor Adventure", Star Journal, March 17, 2017