December Quote by Dylan Thomas

“The snow fell straight and slow, adding another layer to the drifts and covering roads, trees, bushes, and bodies, the living and the dead…

— John Connolly

“In the mountains it's cold. Always been cold, not just this year. Jagged scarps forever snowed in Woods in the dark ravines spitting mist.…

— Gary Snyder

“...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...”

— John Geddes

“God, I scream for time to let go, to write, to think. But no. I have to exercise my memory in little feats just…

— Sylvia Plath

“At this dim season of the year we hunger for such tales. Winter's tales, they are. We want to huddle round them, as if…

— Margaret Atwood

“The trees had long since dropped their colorful matntles of leaves. The grass had gone dormant and lay dry and beaten down, as if…

— Susan Wiggs

“First Snow The snow began here this morning and all day continued, its white rhetoric everywhere calling us back to why, how, whence such beauty…

— mary oliver

“The memory of tonight was as unblemished as new-fallen snow that I had to protect from careless footsteps.”

— Lorraine Zago Rosenthal

“Winter is the time for stories, staying fast by the glow of fire. And outside, in the darkness, the stars are brighter than you…

— Isabel Greenberg

“Still, now and then they seemed to be holding behind them the surprising, the magic vistas of childhood - the sudden snow at night,…

— Rosamond Lehmann

“I skip down the driveway, hurry up the road, linger on the bridge for a moment, looking down at the reflection of the sky…

— Christina Baker Kline

“Snow lies on my fields though the air is so warm I want to roll on my back and wriggle. Sure, the dark downhill…

— Marge Piercy