It looks like winter and certainly feels like winter. There is panaramic beauty everywhere you look. Sometimes the cold is bone-chilling and at other times invigorating. This is one person's view of winter...O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
William Cowper (1731 - 1800
Here is another viewpoint..*smile*....Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
Charles Kingsley (1819 - 1875), Saint's Tragedy (act III, sc. 1)
Our God said in the book of Job chapter 38,verse 28.." Hath the rain a father? or who hath begotten the drops of dew? Out of whose womb came the ice? and the hoary frost of heaven, who hath gendered it? ...Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion?" In other words, only God can do these marvelous acts of creation and hold them to thier appointed places. All glory to God! Let us be thankful to him in the midst of winter as well as summer.