Color Quote by Sylvia Plath

The shed of leaves became a cascade of red and gold and after a time the trees stood skeletal against a sky of weathered…

— James Carlos Blake

“But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird sings, a…

— Virginia Woolf

Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.

— Gladys Taber

Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars to sparkle…

— Mark Helprin

Winter is the night of vegetation.

— Christian Nestell Bovee

People get stronger by every winter, trees go thru winter and take lots of damage but in the end they just grew stronger, like…

— CJ

“The lucidity, the clarity of light that afternoon was sufficient to itself; perfect transparency must be impenetrable, these vertical bars of brass-coloured distillation of…

— Angela Carter

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

— Anonymous

Dawn crept over the Downs like a sinister white animal, followed by the snarling cries of a wind eating its way between the black…

— Stella Gibbons

The leaves streamed down, trembling in the sun. They were not green, only a few, scattered through the torrent, stood out in single drops…

— Ayn Rand

The night was clear and frosty, all ebony of shadow and silver of snowy slope; big stars were shining over the silent fields; here…

— Lucy Maud Montgomery

“The moon grew plump and pale as a peeled apple, waned into the passing nights, then showed itself again as a thin silver crescent…

— James Carlos Blake