… Hail and ice, and ice and hail,
Water frozen in the pail.
See the robins, brown and red,
They are waiting to be fed.
Poor dears, battling in the gale!
Hail and ice, and ice and hail.
~Katherine Mansfield
… Then blow, Winds, blow!
And rave and shriek,
And snarl and snow
Till your breath grows weak–
While here in my room
I’m as snugly shut
As a glad little worm
In the heart of a nut!
~James Whitcomb Riley
“… His suit is Quaker brown and gray,
With darker patches at his throat;
And yet of all the well-dressed throng
Not one can sing so brave a song …”
~Henry Van Dyke
“The time of the falling leaves has come again. Once more in our morning walk we tread upon carpets of gold and crimson, of brown and bronze, woven by the winds or the rains out of these delicate textures while we slept.” ~John Burroughs
“… the difference between good and evil… It’s very thin, it’s made of something very flimsy… and if you cross it, it really starts to blur where fair becomes foul and foul becomes fair.” ~Harlan Coben