“Mais où sont les neiges d'antan? But where are the snows of years gone by?” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“High Maintenance; I don’t like to live in place that snows a lot, albeit I’d love to visit one. I won’t marry… — Yatin Patel Copy Share Image
Nirvikalpa samadhi or sahaja samadhi is all the way up. You get above the cloud line to the land of eternal snows… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
“Into the snows she sweeps, Hurling the haven behind, The Deutschland, on Sunday; and so the sky keeps, For the infinite air… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save that the… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern. The country is… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“I will be here. Each and every day it snows. I am yours.' 'I want to see the bluebells carpet the woods,… — M.A. Kuzniar Copy Share Image
