Day 342 – Crisp
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.~ John Burroughs
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It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.~ John Burroughs
Cold indeed, and labor lost:Then farewell heat, and welcome frost! ~ William Shakespeare
“Go to the winter woods: listen there, look, watch, and “the dead months” will give you a subtler secret than any you have yet found in the forest.” ~ William Sharp
“Come, ye cold winds, at January’s call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.” ~ John Ruskin
“What miracle of weird transforming Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite?” – John Greenleaf Whittier
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” ~ John Steinbeck
“Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands, Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands, Silent above the flowers, her children lost, Slain by the arrows of the early frost.” ~ Richard Henry Stoddard
“Wan February with weeping cheer, Whose cold hand guides the youngling year Down misty roads of mire and rime, Before thy pale and fitful face The shrill wind shifts the clouds apace Through skies the […]
“Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost!” ~ Alexander Pope
Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, and therein stay. Mary Butts