Categorie: English proverbs and sayings in pictures

Farewell, old year; we walk no more together; I catch the sweetness of thy latest sigh, and, crowned with yellow brake and withered heather, I see thee stand beneath this cloudy sky. Here in the dim light of a grey December we part in smiles, and yet we met in tears; watching thy chilly dawn,… Lees verder Sarah Doudney

From December to March, there are for many of us three gardens—the garden outdoors, the garden of pots and bowls in the house, and the garden of the mind’s eye.

Through the small tall bathroom window, the December yard is gray and scratchy, the trees calligraphic.

I prefer winter and fall when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn’t show.

Blessed is the season which engages the whole world in a conspiracy of love.

A long December and there’s reason to believe, maybe this year will be better than the last.

I was surprised my quilt and pillow were cold. I see that now the window’s bright again. Deep in the night, I know the snow is thick, I sometimes hear the sound as bamboo snaps.

On the evening of December, General Washington in a most severe season, crossed the Delaware with a part of his army, then reduced to less than men in the whole.

I watched you storm towards the restaurant door. It was a chilly December morning and the birds sitting on the high wires in the neighborhood refused to fly any longer.

Sunsets are proof that no matter what happens every day can end beautifully.