Come, ye cold winds, at January's call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth. — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
“Nine nights I hung on the bare tree, my side pierced with a spear’s point. I swayed and blew in the cold… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Up and away for life! be fleet!- The frost-king ties my fumbling feet, Sings in my ears, my hands are stones, Curdles… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Cold winds are disagreeable, hot winds enervating, moist winds unhealthy. — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
“The winter was blasting its cold winds of dire portent into the tender face of springtime.” — Stefano Benni Copy Share Image
