In winter, some voices are like coats.

Often in winter the end of the day is like the final metaphor in a poem celebrating death: there is no way out.

There is still vitality under the winter snow, even though to the casual eye it seems to be dead.

It is reported from 'Ubayd ibn 'Umayr (radiAllahu anhu) that he said: "It used to be said when winter came: O people of the Qur`an, the night has become long so you can pray (more) and the day has become short for you to fast."

One day people will touch and talk perhaps easily, and loving be natural as breathing and warm as sunlight, and people will untie themselves, as string is unknotted, unfold and yawn and stretch and spread their fingers, unfurl, uncurl like seaweed returned to the sea, and work will be simple and swift as a seagull flying, and play will be casual and quiet as a seagull settling, and the clocks will stop, and no one will wonder or care or notice, and people will smile without reason, even in winter, even in the rain.

We are going to have a winter of discontent.

Narragansett Bay waters are getting warmer -- 4 degrees Fahrenheit warmer in the winter since the 1960s.

I did a picture in England one winter and it was so cold I almost got married.

Usually the thing that signifies that I'm done with the winter and all that is that I start skateboarding.

And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.