When the bold branches
Bid farewell to rainbow leaves -
Welcome wool sweaters.
Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours."
Brew me a cup for a winter's night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I'll toast our bright eyes,
my sweetheart fair.
Minna Thomas Antrim
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.
I hope that I have given you something to think about today! Thanks so much for stopping by :)