You are the whisper of the wind through the night, that gentle sparkle in a stars light, you are the colors of… — Amy Copy Share Image
I'm sentimental about many things: the lumpy feel of a baby's unused feet, the metallic smell of the air before the first… — Nancy Gibbs Copy Share Image
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight... Not people die but worlds die… — Yevgeny Yevtushenko Copy Share Image
“And then instead of going on to Arusha they turned left, he evidently figured that they had the gas, and looking down… — Earnest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“The unforgiving November wind blows me toward the building. Pointy snowflakes spiral down from the cake-frosting clouds overhead. The first snow. Magic.… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
. . some moment happens in your life that you say yes right up to the roots of your hair, that makes… — Frederick Buechner Copy Share Image
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an… — Ruth Stout Copy Share Image
“At the first step upon the cold surface, Buck's feet sank into a white mushy something very like mud. He sprang back… — Jack London Copy Share Image
Give me the old familiar walk, postoffice and all, with this ever new self, with this infinite expectation and faith, which does… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat… — Anne Carson Copy Share Image
“He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and… — Ethel Pochocki Copy Share Image
Stick season' is a term that I heard older neighbors in Vermont and New Hampshire use to describe the time of year… — Noah Kahan Copy Share Image
“No people are uninteresting. Their fate is like the chronicle of planets. Nothing in them in not particular, and planet is dissimilar… — Yevgeny Yevtushenko Copy Share Image
In London the day after Christmas (Boxing Day), it began to snow: my first snow in England. For five years, I had… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“grader. After the first snow fell the state road crews stopped where the national park boundaries began. But it was a wonderful… — Dana Stabenow Copy Share Image
“Sailors tended to collect things on their travels. His bosun kept a small box stuffed with plant seeds from foreign ports, a… — Donna Thorland Copy Share Image
“PART ONE BRIGHT WINTER SKIES Christmas, 1274 A.D. The de Wolfe stronghold of Castle Questing The snows were fierce along the borders… — Kathryn Le Veque Copy Share Image
The sensation reminds him of the first snow of winter, for those first few hours when everything is blanketed in white, soft… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“After the Grand Perhaps” After vespers, after the first snow has fallen to its squalls, after New Wave, after the anorexics have… — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
The first snow always startles. It covers the tricycle in the driveway, turning its frame into an abstact sculpture that says: See… — Peggy Noonan Copy Share Image
“God, I scream for time to let go, to write, to think. But no. I have to exercise my memory in little… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“But believe me, Henry. You’re not the first Snow White I’ve seen, and you probably won’t be the last. You’ll do what… — Seanan McGuire Copy Share Image
