[W]hat a severe yet master artist old Winter is.... No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel. ~John Burroughs, "The Snow-Walkers," 1866
A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song. ~Chinese Proverb
If we could be like this tiny bird,
One faire day in winter makes not birds merrie
The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination. ~Terri Guillemets
Of winter's lifeless world each tree, now seems a perfect part; each one holds Summer's secret, deep down in its heart
I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you