Snow Disguises

In one night, the snow falls. You go to bed after chores and when you wake up and the sun starts to come up there is a new light, a brighter light. You look out the window and there is new snow all over everything. The first snow is soft and curved and white as……

The First Snow

The snow came down gently at first, as if testing out its welcome. To the children, the first snow was always an exciting thing. They ran and danced in it, they held up their hands and tried to catch it, they let the wind blow it into their upturned faces. After a run in the……

The Mystery of Snow

The white mystery of snow is a splendid thing, all the landscape is muted to deep silver laced with blue shadows. The meadow is a sea of pearl. The cool, clean smell of snow is in the air, a special fragrance known only to winter country. The sounds are fine, too: the ring of skates……

Winter Sunrise

A snowshoe rabbit, white as the world it inhabited, darted out from a tree stump, looked with interest at Peter, then wheeled and snapped his hind feet on the hard crust and disappeared into the woods. Standing still and leaning on his ski poles, Peter looked back at the country he had put behind him.……

A League Against the Roaring Elements

The day arrived. It was a raging winter day, that shook the old house, sometimes, as if it shivered in the blast. It was a day to make home doubly home, to give the chimney-corner new delights, to shed a ruddier glow upon the faces gathered round the hearth, and draw each fireside group into……

Winter Siege

Sometimes the snow was so deep that all work was stopped except the most essential, and Susan could no longer go to school with her little lantern through the fairy woods. They lived as remote and self-contained as the Swiss Family Robinson, on a white island, cut off from everything, the post, and the station……

Winter the Huntsman

BY OSBERT SITWELL Through his iron glades Rides Winter the Huntsman, All colour fades As his horn is heard sighing. Far through the forest His wild hooves crash and thunder, Till many a mighty branch Is torn asunder. And the red reynard creeps To his hole near the river, The copper leaves fall And the……