“Someone asked me when is my birthday?
The poet inside me replied,
"My birthday is on the last day of the year,
It's 31st December my dear!”
― Anamika Mishra

“Deep in the secret world of winter's darkness, deep in the heart of the Earth, the scattered seed dreams of what it will accomplish, some warm day when its wild beauty has grown strong and wise.”
― Solstice

“The dark and cold of winter pressed its snowy blanket down. It stilled the land and bid it rest, to dream beneath its frosty gown.”
― Solstice

“Winter is a quiet house in lamplight, a spin the garden to see bright stars on a clear night, the roar of the wood-burning stove, and the accompanying smell of charred wood. It is warming the teapot and making cups of bitter cocoa; it is stews magicked from bones with dumplings floating like clouds. It is reading quietly and passing away the afternoon twilight watching movies. It is thick socks and the bundle of a cardigan.”
― Katherine May, Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times

“Eventually, winter comes; eventually, spring comes; eventually, summer comes and eventually autumn comes! If they don't show themselves, then there's a problem!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“If you have summer in your soul, winter will only caress you, if you have winter in your soul, even summer will freeze you!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“My garden is covered in ice and snow. A pair of light green rose leaves, which still "confess color", look all the more striking; like a bulwark against the 500 shades of winter grey. Like stars twinkling in the dark of the night. How bright a single candle illuminates a pitch black room. A glimmer of Hope.”
― Elke Heinrich

“Little Moments that bloom in Christmas hue.

How beautiful the night shines in the hue of dreams, as if lulling along a distant breeze, wrapped in a cold warmth of a solitary winter's eve!

To me, Christmas is always about a bunch of happy moments, simple yet ornate in a colour of joy, something that connects our hearts to all that is pure and pristine, all that is beautifully simple and soulfully happy.

And if we look closely, we can find those moments, every day in our regular lives, from sipping on our early morning coffee to munching on our midnight snack, from taking a moment to gaze at the sunset to simply sitting silent listening to our soul, beautiful unfiltered unadulterated moments that often go unnoticed yet remain forever warmed up in the cold embrace of our heart, frozen in a niche of a dream called Life.

After all, Life is a beautiful dream.

La vie est un beau rêve

Stay in Love.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee

“Winter has frozen my heart. I can’t wait to drink
a glass of spring.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“Long before the arrival of Old Man Winter skies overhead are cool and silent as most of our songbirds have taken their leave travelling to warmer destinations in the south. Days grow shorter, night falls early, and even though the last few wisps of sun glow pink and gold along the horizon they bear no warmth in these briefest days of our longest season.”
― Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Christmas

“Each year, as those first flakes of snow fall softly on our meadows, along the rolling farm pastures, and into the towns and villages, the outstretched branches of Lanark County’s sugar maples stand steadfast, coated in their winter white. Under a cold silent cloak our beloved maples rest, patiently waiting for Mother Nature’s signal, telling them the time has come once again to make the county’s finest liquid gold.”
― Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Christmas

“As our little corner of the world prepares for a lengthy winter slumber, many of our animals are already snug in their deep dark burrows sleeping peacefully, while those of us not destined to hibernate remain awake throughout the long dark months that lie ahead.”
― Arlene Stafford-Wilson, Lanark County Christmas

“During the Winter.

The month of Winter is coming,
It is coming,
I can feel it deep in my bones,
Penetrating through, deep inside of me,
Oh you the observer, what can you see and what can you feel?
What can you feel more than I? Than I, I the suffer,
The one who feels the pain, the pain that has a kind of joy inside,
Inside, like a tree trapped in a seed;

Oh! my fullest potentials, why lie thee in the deep ocean?
Why lie down when the sun is shining? The sun rises higher through the horizon;

Wake up, awaken ye who are alive, awaken and take that which belongs to you,
Then let not the month, the season, the word winter,
Knock you down by surprise, take it down instead by experience,
Rather knock it down by reason, don't take it down by emotion,
Don't take it down by feelings either.

By Mwanandeke Kindembo.”
― Mwanandeke Kindembo

“With each twist and turn of the mountain road, the smoggy forests seemed to come alive, enveloping us in a cocoon of cold winter magic.”
― Ajaz Ahmad Khawaja

“Winter is not a season, it's a celebration and Christmas makes it even more beautiful”
― Anamika Mishra, Dreamcatcher

“Spring and summer are the ones that want winter to come the most because spring and summer owe their beauty to winter! Don't be sad when winter comes to your life, those winters will make your spring and summer more beautiful!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Let us remember winter, before winter reminds us of itself!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Have you ever noticed how quiet the earth is when it rests under a soft blanket of fresh snow? It’s as peaceful as the gentle breathing of a mother watching her newborn sleep. I often feel afraid to make a sound that might interrupt the beauty of the moment”
― Ahriana Platten, Ph.D

“Rest precedes birth. Every mother knows that a baby will become still in the womb for a period before its arrival. The wisdom of the womb tells the child to stop kicking and save energy for the journey of emergence. In like fashion, we rest in the cave-like womb of winter before the power of spring calls us into our next creative cycle”
― Ahriana Platten, Ph.D

“Winterland by Stewart Stafford

Obelisk columns of a wintry afternoon,
Bony fingers of nascent green in June,
Pink snow clouds kissed by fading sun,
Dark gold streets, hurry home as one.

Shared body heat tenderises life so tough,
Fusion shelter from gales so rough,
Windows scream, a voyeur's peek inside,
Lovers dismissed with wailing to chide.

Darkness claims stragglers of day,
Wrestles all an eye sees, stealing it away,
Sleep whispers drowsy promises in our ears,
We two, melding - strangers from our fears.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“My heart belongs to summer and my soul to fall… but still come my dear winter. I’ll experience you like I’ve never did before.”
― Mystqx Skye

“Wait for a very cold winter night when everyone has run away to their homes and do the opposite of what everyone else is doing, go out! Yes, now you are not an ordinary person anymore! So what's your reward? Your reward is to experience reality to the fullest; the further you move away from your comfort zone, the better you understand the universe!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The snowfall outside was a white wall of noiseless fury, the symmetry of the stars eclipsed by a cataract of quiet.”
― Ausma Zehanat Khan, The Language of Secrets

“Winter has frozen
my heart.
I can’t wait to drink
a glass of spring
and get wild.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“winter is the footsteps we leave behind in the snow; footsteps that show where we’ve been and where we’re going.”
― shreya sophie k., poetic insomnia

“It was the coldest winter ever, and I feared spring was not coming soon. But then it gradually sprung everywhere in my heart and caressed a part of me that cannot be reached any other way.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“The Winter Miles

The roads of solitude grow whiter,
And stones beneath us paler,
While the green fades completely —
Ahead of us.

Grey is the sombre tone we keep,
While wandering along the street
That becomes our destiny —
With each step.

Our knees fall into the snow;
The trembling stops at last,
Here our souls will find eternal rest —
In silent grace.

-Laura Chouette”
― Laura Chouette

“Christmas Hyacinths

The air grows cleaner with each sight
Of words - silver and clear -
Without heaviness and sighs.

Winter closes in on each street,
That familiar place we haunted to keep,
While we hope to seek the dearest near.

Frozen blossoms in trembling hands,
With shadows of blue and grey,
Counting footsteps back into the heat.

The emptiness of many
Is returned in ink and choirs,
With doubt and cherish,
Crowned with blessings all around.”
― Laura Chouette

“Winter Forest

Deep words and lighter steps
Tear to white and fading green
Of lines and morning woods;

Each step of us grows lighter,
While chasing the true light
That is reborn over mountains.

The sun resets again
In the pale blue valley of us,
Haunting nothing but who we are –

And where we should be, tonight.”
― Laura Chouette

“The four seasons represent one's mortality: Spring is birth, Summer is childhood, Autumn is adulthood, and, of course, Winter is death. Winter is the season I think about the most. The frigidness, the death of leaves, the snow reaping the fields.”
― Nicole Cheng, Glass Bones and Paper Skin: The Journal of Nix