I like these cold, gray winter days.
Days like these let you savor a bad mood.
~Bill Watterson from “Calvin and Hobbes”
The wind is keen coming over the ice;
it carries the sound of breaking glass.
And the sun, bright but not warm,
has gone behind the hill. Chill, or the fear
of chill, sends me hurrying home.
~Jane Kenyon from “Walking Alone in Late Winter”
Roused by faint glow at midnight
peering between slats
of window blinds
closed tight to a chill wind-
Bedroom becomes suffused
in ethereal light
from a moonless sky~
a million stars fall silent as
Snow light covers all,
settling gently while
tucking the downy corners
of the snowflake comforter
of heaven, plumping the pillows,
cushioning the landscape,
lightening and illuminating
a fearfully chilled and grumpy heart.