I can feel that the cold is here
I hear the wind whistling around the corner of the house
A spray of snow particles hits against the window pane
No flakes, just powdery ice crystals
The breath of the gusting wind whips across the snow
Making the air feel crisp
At first the white is everywhere
Pristine, barren, no foot prints, no tracks
Even the mounds of snow from the previous storm
Are blanketed all in white
The swirling snow drift waves
Ripple like the sands of the desert
From this way and that way
Nothing in its way
Filling in every open gap
Later, the snow is no longer a fine powder
The surface is like rolling white caps upon the sea
Each swell of the snow drift is tipped
As if the artist used a brush
And swathed the drift with contours of light
And the shadows of the dark.
No more blowing drifts
No more gusts from the Ice Queen’s breath
Now the air is frigid
The snow is solid, holding the frozen ground with its grip
As if declaring it as its own
When the snowplow has passed
It leaves towers of frozen crags of snow
The terrain has changed
Now the roads are lined
With torn boulders of ice and snow
As if the land had been blasted
Changing the drifts
To rigid obelisks and crevices into a precipice of snow
I can feel that the cold is truly here.
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I can feel that the cold is here
Since I am a snow lover, and I live where it snows, and it is starting to snow right now. I thought I would share with you a few witicisms about snowmen.
It’s embarrassing when you can’t look down and see your feet.
It’s okay if you’re a little bottom heavy.
I made a snowman round and fat,
And on his head I put a hat,
He sat out in the sun all day,
And slowly melted all away,
But I can tell just where he sat,
Because he didn’t take his hat.
Free Snowmen. Some assembly required.
Snowmen fall from heaven… unassembled.
A snowman is the perfect man. He’s very well-rounded and comes with his own broom.
Snowmen keep a cool head!
It takes a few extra rolls to make a good midsection.
There’s no man like a snowman.
What do you call a snowman in the summer?
What do you call a snowman on roller blades?
What does a Snowman take when he gets sick?
A chill pill!
What’s a snowman’s favourite Mexican food?
Where do snowmen keep their money?
In a “Snow”-bank!
Since I am a snow lover, and I live where it snows, and it is starting to snow right now [deep breath] I thought I would share with you a few witticisms about snow.
Snowflakes are kisses sent from heaven.
Children are like snowflakes. No two are alike.
I love snowy days, frosty nights and warm hearts.
Take time to chase the snowflakes.
Home is where the snow falls.
Let it Snow!
The great thing about snow is it makes your lawn look as good as your neighbors.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!!!
“There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance.” – William Sharp
“Genius is an African who dreams up snow” – Vladimir Nabokov
I used to be snow white, but I drifted.
Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery – Bill Watterson
Free snow. Shovel all you want! (Put on a miniature snow shovel or a yard sign.)
The wonder of a single snowflake outweighs the wisdom of a million meteorologists.
Star light, star bright, wish upon a star tonight.Let it snow and snow all night, so school’s let out by morning light
Closed for the season! Reason? Freezin!
Snowballs for sale. . .going quick. . .only while supplies last!