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Angelsent white winter snow helped by North Wind kindly blow veils the white hunted doe from her bow and arrow foes.

Job trees of January continue to lift their arms in prayer though they are powerless, unable to speak or move, their leaves stolen.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.

When you live in Texas, every single time you see snow it's magical.

O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.

Winter is very dehydrating, and you may find yourself more water-depleted than even during the summer.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out.

Winter is icumen in, Lhude sing Goddamm, Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm.

But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews; Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse; Sharp Boreas blows, and nature feels decay, Time conquers all, and we must time obey.