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winter - The usually coldest season of the year, occurring between autumn and spring. In the Northern Hemisphere it extends from the winter solstice to the vernal (or spring), and is popularly considered to comprise December, January, and February; in the Southern Hemisphere it falls between the summer solstice and the autumnal equinox, or, popularly, June, July, and August.


The snow had fallen through the night,
With a silence deep and white.
Every pine and hemlock tree,
Was ridged with pearls for all to see.

I watched it fall down from the sky,
As snowbirds whirled like leaves gone by.
And I was filled with such delight.
That snow had fallen through the night.

- Anon.

High And Low The Winter Winds Blow

High and low
The winter winds blow!
They fill the hollows with drifts of snow
And sweep on the hills a pathway clear;
They hurry the children along to school,
And whistle a song for the happy New Year.

- The Eaton Readers Second Reader.


Walking on the white snow,
Quiet and slow;
White as a white lace veil,
Laid upon my trail.

Falling Snow

See the pretty snowflakes
Falling from the sky;
On the wall and housetops
Soft and thick they lie.

On the window ledges,
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.

Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.

Now the bare black bushes
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden, -
What a pretty sight!

- Anon. The Beacon Second Reader.

Stopping By Woods

On A Snowy Evening
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.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And miles to go before I sleep.

- Robert Frost (1874-1963)
A Magic World.