The Beauty of Winter | Day 84
The life of man is a winter away. ~Selected from the Finest Fancies of Modern Muses
Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it. ~Johann Wolfgang Goethe
He withers all in silence, and in his hand
unclothes the earth and freezes up frail life.
The winter’s cheek flushed as if he had drained
Spring, Summer, and Autumn at a draught…
Lovely sentiment, mom … did you tell’em the one about me smelling like a rotting fish wearing old gym socks?
Quit complaining Charlie, I don’t have to wear boots.
Winter tames man, woman and beast…. ~William Shakespeare