The South was blanketed this week with a sheet of ice, which of course slowed us all down to a crawl. Even though the wind did moan and the water turned to stone, the beauty of winter gave us an unexpected pause.
...only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself. ~~Ruth Stout 
Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.~~Bill Morgan, Jr.
When the bold branches
Bid farewell to rainbow leaves -
Welcome wool sweaters.~~B. Cybrill
"Hear! hear!" screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, "winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it." ~~Henry David Thoreau, 28 November 1858 journal entry
Of winter's lifeless world each tree
Now seems a perfect part;
Yet each one holds summer's secret
Deep down within its heart.~~Charles G. Stater
The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood. ~~John Burroughs 
In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,Snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, Long ago. ~~ Christina Rossetti
Our ice melted into mid-winter memories in just a matter of days, and all the busyness of life was fluid once more. But...for a moment, we were frozen, we were still.
Dianne ; )
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