Imagine
what swirls of frost will cling
to the windows, what white lawns
I will look out on
- Mary Oliver, from the poem The Winter Wood Arrives
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it
kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white
quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes
again.”
– – Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
and Through the Looking Glass
I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in
the past and the future — the timelessness of the rocks and hills — all the
people who have existed there. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone
structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
– Andrew Wyeth
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it
happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn
whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill, a kiss
and all was said. – Victor Hugo
Winter, after the war,
you lie back victorious
stretched and sundrenched
on your blanket blue and gold
If I lie with you
on your bed so soft,
I will surely die.
- me 
These quotes and pictures are beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
ReplyDeleteWho thought white could be heavy?
ReplyDeleteThe steel sky did and laid his broad hands upon us.
Yet stronger still are grasses poking through his fingers like the bones of the skeleton earth beneath.
And I, I am both strong and weak: bring me soaring cold fun, but shield me from biting frost.
The steel sky says nothing.
~ me