“Winter is on the road to spring. Some think it a surly road. I do not. A primrose road to spring were not as engaging to my heart as a frozen icicled craggy way angered over by strong winds that never take the iron trumpets from their lips.” ThinkingWayHeartStrongWindMy HeartSpringWinterLipsIronEngagingFrozenTrumpetsSurlyStrong Winds Author:William Alfred Quayle
“Winter's notion of poetry is tragedy. It knows nothing of comedy. Its laughter was frozen on its lips long ago.” KnowsLongComedyLaughterTragedyNotionWinterLipsPoetry IsLong AgoFrozen Author:William Alfred Quayle