“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 is ruthless and sometimes sullen and murderous. The wild winter North has gulped ten thousand summers down nor left a froth of sunshine on its lips.” SometimesLeftThousandTenSummerWinterLipsSunshineRuthlessSullen 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