winter

Khione__ eyes flared pure white. For once, she seemed at a loss for words. She stormed back up the stairs__iterally. Halfway up, she turned into a blizzard and disappeared.

Winter, I wrote, was akin to living inside a refrigerator.

I've forgotten about these things all winter, but here they are again, and when I see them I remember them, I know them, I greet them as if they are home.

Perhpas if I call out to Rat he might hear," said the Mole to himself, but without much hope.Rat! Ratty! O Rat, please hear me!" he called out as loudly as he could, holding up his lantern as he did so, waving it about/ But the wind rushed and roared around him even more, and snatched his weak words away the moment they were they were uttered, and scattered them wildly and uselessly as if they were flakes of snow,Even worse, the light of the lantern began to gutter, and then, quiet suddenly, an extra strong gust of wind blew it out.Well then," said the daunted but resolute Mole, putting the spent lantern on the ground, "there's nothing else for it! Frozen rivers are dangerous thinngs, no doubt, but I must try to cross, despite the dangers."--The Willows in the Winter

There's relief in not having to be outside. No gardening, no mowing the lawn, no tyranny of long daylight hours to fill with productive activity. We rip through summer, burning the hours and tearing up the land. Then snow comes like a bandage, and winter heals the wounds.

_to celebrate by making love the first snow of winter.

If we had no winter the spring would not be so pleasant.

WINTER SPOILER - KINDA IDRKCinder looked away. Though so much had changed between them since that night, it still felt like an ice pick in her heart when she remembered the way he'd looked at her, and his horrified words: You're even more painful to look at than she is.

The rapid nightfall of mid-December had quite beset the little village as they approached it on soft feet over a first thin fall of powdery snow. Little was visible but squares of a dusky orange-red on either side of the street, where the firelight or lamplight of each cottage overflowed through the casements into the dark world without. Most of the low latticed windows were innocent of blinds, and to the lookers-in from outside, the inmates, gathered round the tea-table, absorbed in handiwork, or talking with laughter and gesture, had each that happy grace which is the last thing the skilled actor shall capture--the natural grace which goes with perfect unconsciousness of observation. Moving at will from one theatre to another, the two spectators, so far from home themselves, had something of wistfulnessin their eyes as they watched a cat being stroked, a sleepy child picked up and huddled off to bed, or a tired man stretch and knock out his pipe on the end of a smouldering log.

Winter is going ,but who knows spring will come or not !

Winter shook her head, apology swimming in her amber eyes. Scarlet would have wanted to hug her if she hadn__ simultaneously wanted to strangle her.

Щом зима _е оз_би паки кам_к п_ка в леден м_ак,зам__зва ви_, зам__зва ле_ __ ___гвай в ___инака дне_!When winter first begins to biteand stones crack in the frosty night,when pools are black and trees are bare,__is evil in the Wild to fare.

But winter was necessary. Why else would the world have it? The trees seemed to welcome the season, from the way they changed colors before they dropped their leaves and went to sleep. Winter was a part of a cycle, like day and night, life and death.

Caught in the doldrums of August we may have regretted the departing summer, having sighed over the vanished strawberries and all that they signified. Now, however, we look forward almost eagerly to winter's approach. We forget the fogs, the slush, the sore throats an the price of coal, we think only of long evenings by lamplight, of the books which we are really going to read this time, of the bright shop windows and the keen edge of the early frosts.

Thus unto winter__ chill embrace I turnWho once the summer__ sun did blithely bide __eath solemn visage cold and fair and sternIn her cool breast my hot heart to confide.Denied the warmth and wit of summer__ sun Or springtime__ strength, and bright, melodious song I dreamed not to complete what I__ begun Nor dared to haste the laggard hours along.But now with spring and summer sun at rest Laid bare before bright winter__ pale charms I would for love of her lay down my quest And take my ease in Winter-Lady__ arms.Before her beauty fair __eath snow-swept sky All other seasons blanch and fade, and die.- The Lost Knight's Lament, "Winter's Lady" (Forthcoming)

I'll be safe and happy when I'm no longer afraid of my own mind.

I haven't used my glamour since I was twelve years old,_ she whispered, gaze piercing as if it were very important to her that Scarlet understand this. __ot since I was old enough to control it. That's why the visions come to me. That's why I'm going mad.

I kill the living to make way for the dead.But we had hot chocolate, she and I. We tried to make our friendship last as long as we could.Then I was forced to let her go. I held her when she returned to the earth.