In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood…

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow…

— Christina Rossetti

“...Nebraska was white, a page as still as fallen snow. It was not crosshatched with roads, overrun with the hard lines of interstate systems.…

— Ann Patchett

Life is like a field of newly fallen snow. Where I choose to walk every step will show.

— Denis Waitley

“I turn and walk back to the home shore whose tall yellow bluffs still bare of snow I can see nearly half a mile…

— John Meade Haines

The snow, which had fallen quietly at first, was now pelting against the windowpanes, driven by a wicked wind; the storm was rapidly assuming…

— Frances Parkinson Keyes

“Whites were bright as fresh-fallen snow, yellow shone like gold, reds turned to flame, but the shadows were so black they looked like holes…

— George R.R. Martin

“The memory of tonight was as unblemished as new-fallen snow that I had to protect from careless footsteps.”

— Lorraine Zago Rosenthal

“One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he…

— Ezra Jack Keats

“I sit by the window and watch the rain and the leaves and the snow collide. They take turns dancing in the wind, performing…

— Tahereh Mafi

Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow…

— Craig Thompson

I remember that winter because it had brought the heaviest snows I had ever seen. Snow had fallen steadily all night long and in…

— Raymond Briggs

“tried to get the gun out, but it had fallen into the snow. The”

— Matthew Mather

“Is everything all right, ladies?” Sabrina whirled to face both men as they dismounted. “Oh, my, yes. Everything is fine. Why ever would you…

— Lynsay Sands

“With daylight (it was exactly a week since he last dressed for the office) he found himself passing through farmland over which a light…

— Douglas Woolf

“After the Grand Perhaps” After vespers, after the first snow has fallen to its squalls, after New Wave, after the anorexics have curled into…

— Lucie Brock-Broido