The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for…

Learn to love the sunrise and sunset, the beating of rain on the roof and windows, and the gentle fall of snow on a…

— Lowell L. Bennion

Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

“The city rose out the ground beneath it like the first sparkling blossom in the fading winter snow. Here, the winter of death was…

— Eva Vanrell

“When the mountain streams are frozen and the Nor'land winds are out; when the winter winds are drifting the bitter sleet and snow; when…

— Anonymous

I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; then…

— Anne Sexton

The snow had begun in the gloaming, and busily all the night had been heaping field and highway with a silence deep and white.

— James Russell Lowell

“First Snow The snow began here this morning and all day continued, its white rhetoric everywhere calling us back to why, how, whence such beauty…

— mary oliver

The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?

— Anonymous

Humid seal of soft affections, Tend'rest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

— Robert Burns

Only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.

— Ruth Stout

Give me the old familiar world, post-office and all, with this ever new self, with this infinite expectation and faith, which does not know…

— Henry David Thoreau

“In the winter, when the first snow was too delicate to last on the sidewalks, it clung to the rough surface of the brick…

— Betty Smith

“The nuns were not the only ones to take an interest in French-Canadian cooking that fall. It was a November evening, a little before…

— Anonymous

“This is my first snow at Smith. It is like any other snow, but from a different window, and there lies the singular charm…

— Sylvia Plath

“The truth is dark under your eyelids. What are you going to do about it? The birds are silent; there's no one to ask.…

— Charles Simic