" Like a tree, creative work has seasons. Part of the work is to know which season you're in & act accordingly. In winter, the tree looks...

" Spring returned. Birds followed ploughs. Stones were warmed by the sun. Rains and winds grew softer, and were fragranced with the...

these February days... a soft wind stirs through the trees... shimmering, shifting wintry light the crisp, effervescent air caressing my...

" ...that fleeting pause when time bends and magic hovers between the main celebrations of the seasons... spontaneity and softness become...

:: the quiet revolutions of winter :: winters arrival the still point of this every-so-quickly turning world a quiet beckoning this...

" Now winter lights its cheerful fire, While jests with frolic mirth resound, And draws the wandering beauty nigher, 'Tis now too cold to...

Goodnight November ​ " The snapping pitch from a burning log, ​ The faint scent of pine filling the room. ​ Flames leaping about as if it...

" Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of the moonrise." ​ {Gladys Tabor} ​ ​...

" Happiness is in it... and in this quiet of ordinary things. A table, a book with a paper-knife stuck between the pages. And a petal...

" Fair is the world, now autumn's wearing, And the sluggard sun lies long abed; Sweet are the days, now winter's nearing... ​ Come then,...

" Soon the fire is raging, smoke pooling in corners of the inky room, the crackle of flames a primal sound that calms... connecting her...

" When the trees thicken into a wood, the fragrance of the wet earth and rotting leaves fills my soul with delight... ​ I particularly...

" Autumn is a time to gently slow down; to rest, reflect, and prepare for winter; to embrace a sense of mellow fruitfulness, by easing...

" Than these November skies is no sky lovelier. ...Not rose, nor amber, nor the scarce late green, is truly seen - In all the myriad...

" On an afternoon in October, or the beginning of November, a fresh watery afternoon, when turf & paths were strewn rustling with moist,...

"November is the pearl-gray month, the changeling between warm crimson October and cold white December, the month when the leaves fall in...

" The rustling of leaves under the feet in the woods and under hedges. The crumpling of cat-ice and snow down wood rides, narrow lanes...

" It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day, the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always...

" In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild...

" There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it...