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.
~William Blake

The winter’s cheek flushed as if he had drained
Spring, Summer, and Autumn at a draught…
~Edward Thomas

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

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