“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
“Frankly, the trouble with winter is, it is all backbone. It is fleshless, insensate, with neither a breast to be leaned on nor a heart to love and ache and, if need be, break, nor any kindly hand to fondle and caress like a sea-wave on a sunny shore half asleep.” IfsNeedsHeartHandsHalfBreakTroubleSeaWinterWaveBreastsShoreAcheSunnyBackboneCaress Author:William Alfred Quayle