I watched a little snowflake
Come sailing from the sky,
It played a joke on me when
It fell right in my eye!
Another little snowflake
Came dancing toward the south,
It looked at me a minute —
Then landed in my mouth!
They seemed like little fairies
Upon a holiday,
Just out for fun and frolic
And asking me to play!
Isla Paschal Richardson
No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place.
Author Unknown
When the night has been too lonely,
and the road has been too long,
and you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong,
just remember,
in the winter,
far beneath the bitter snow,
lies the seed that with the sun’s love
in the spring becomes the rose.
From ‘The Rose,’ written by Amanda McBroom
Snowflakes are one of nature’s most fragile things, but just look what they can do when they stick together.
Vista M. Kelly
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
Robert Frost
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.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.
This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Fresh Start
During the year may you have:
Enough happiness to keep you sweet.
Enough trials to keep you strong.
Enough sorrow to keep you human.
Enough hope to keep you happy.
Enough failure to keep you humble.
Enough success to keep you eager.
Enough friends to give you comfort.
Enough wealth to meet your needs.
Enough enthusiasm to make you look forward to tomorrow.
Enough determination to make each day better than the day before.
Author Unknown
O, with what freshness, what solemnity and beauty, is each new day born; as if to say to insensate man, “Behold! thou hast one more chance! Strive for immortal glory!”
Harriet Beecher Stowe
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