Our hearts grow tender
with childhood memories
and love of kindred,
and we are better
throughout the year
for having,
in spirit,
become a child again
at Christmas time.
~ Laura Ingalls Wilder
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
~ William Blake
used with permission, by ren, at Morguefile^
The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind.
~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge
used with permission, by missyredboots, at Morguefile^
On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence.
used with permission, by slone, at Morguefile^
Namaste
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