Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? Book of Job
[T]he snow crystal is most ethereal, born in the vast space of the heavens, fashioned by the changing clouds and vapours, its lullaby the hoarse crooning of the mighty blizzard. Jean Thompson, Water Wonders
Try to describe snow, and immediately there arises a context. Ruth Kirk, Snow
The size of the flakes made them fall slowly, softly, no damage done, the world getting its moisture via a pile of feathers. John Jerome, Stone Work
When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown Robert Bridges, London Snow
...the flakes are heavier and their momentum increases. They run down dizzily, with a ticking sound, shrounding the distance, pelting dead leaves, collecting in clumps between the needles of the pitch pines come down steady and fast. John Hay, Nature's Year
A few feathery flakes are scattered widely through the air, and hover downward with uncertain flight, now almost alighting on the earth, now whirled again aloft into remote regions of the atmosphere. Nathaniel Hawthorne, Twice-Told Tales
Snow crystals are the hieroglyphs sent from the sky. Ukichiro Nakaya
Urban Blizzard Original Oil by Keith C. Heidorn, copyright 2007.
It snowed and snowed, the whole world over,
Snow swept the world from end to end.
A candle burned on the table;
A candle burned. Yurii Zhivago,"Winter Night", The Poems of Yurii Zhivago
It is a delicate puzzle of geometrical beauty, this tabletop from fairyland, like a spider's web frosted as it floated through the air. Wilson A. "Snowflake" Bentley
The snow is blowing sideways: a hard white artillery. Diane Ackerman, Poems in Winter
A night made hoary with the swarm And whirl-dance of the blinding storm, As zigzag, wavering to and fro, Crossed and recrossed the wingėd snow: John Greenleaf Whittier, Snow-Bound
...descending clumps or accumulations of flakes that ride the air like thistledown formed of ice. Edwin Way Teale, A Walk through the Year
...the next time I looked snow-flakes were jiggering crazily every way. It was much more entertaining than my book. Emily Carr
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below...
Clement Moore, The Night Before Christmas (1822)
As mighty a snow, as perhaps has been known in the memory of man, is at this time lying on the ground; and as mighty a thaw must be looked for. Rev. Cotton Mather, Diary entry for March 11, 1717
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
How full of creative genius is the air in which these are generated!
I should hardly admire them more if real stars fell
and lodged on my coat. Henry David Thoreau
Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Snow-Flakes
There's one good thing about snow, it makes your lawn look as nice as your neighbor's. Clyde Moore
There is an old expression in use here for the snowstorm which comes after the spring robins return. We call it a 'robin storm'.
Henry Beston, Northern Farm
"Snowball snow" that packs easily is squeakless. It is the harder crystals of the colder days that produce the shrill fifing of the snow beneath our feet. Edwin Way Teale
It's snowing like gunshot. Diane Ackerman, Cultivating Delight
I went out to see if there were any signs of my destiny in the sky, but there weren't there was nothing but snowflakes. Pierre Eliot Trudeau, Canadian Prime Minister
As the last belated cloud legions...were passing overhead...they contribute a few more choice examples of snow crystal architecture as souvenirs of the skill of the Divine Artist. Wilson A. "Snowflake" Bentley
No cloud above, no earth below,
A universe of sky and snow. John Greenleaf Whittier
Winter storms in the later winter months are often more violent, but December snow storms frequently appear to have a magical quality. Often the first snows of the year fall from clouds pregnant with large, fluffy flakes that cover the fields and meadows like a goose-down duvet. When temperatures hang around the freezing point, you can almost feel an ironic warmth when surrounded by the falling flakes. Keith C. Heidorn, The Weather Doctor
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