“The crisp path through the field in this December snow, in the deep dark, where we trod the buried grass like ghosts… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“Mid-December then and still no snow. Strange Chicago crèches appeared in front yards: Baby Jesus, freed from the manger, leaned against a… — George Saunders Copy Share Image
“After a heavy snowfall one night in early December the snow formed a thick quilt from which the old man's face emerged… — J G Ballard Copy Share Image
Do your heart and head keep pace? When does hoary Love expire, When do frosts put out the fire? Can its embers… — Edmund Clarence Stedman Copy Share Image
