The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods. — Henry Beston Copy Share Image
They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Morning. Frozen rime lusters the grass; the sun, round as an orange and orange as hot-weather moons, balances on the horizon, burnishes… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
To see a hillside white with dogwood bloom is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty, but to walk the gray Winter… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
Go to the winter woods: listen there, look, watch, and "the dead months" will give you a subtler secret than any you… — William Sharp Copy Share Image
This hill crossed with broken pines and maples lumpy with the burial mounds of uprooted hemlocks (hurricane of '38) out of their… — Grace Paley Copy Share Image
“The servants of God who had been a besieged garrison became a marching army; the ways of the world were filled as… — G.K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
“Die in winter woods," roared Tarin, as if it were his most fervent wish. He was losing it again. Since being caught,… — Syd McGinley Copy Share Image
