“The next morning it is still snowing, which makes me feel gloomy. People describe snow as soft and light and airy. Delicate even. They sing songs about snowflakes flitting through the air and landing gently on noses. It's easy to… — Tess Hilmo Copy Share Image
“Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms of houses show A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere, Like frozen-over lakes whose ice is thin And still… — Richard Wilbur Copy Share Image
