It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.
The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!
A little slower, sweetheart. Cape Cod is freezing over.
Time seems to slow down after the winter holiday. New York loses all of its winter romance and is just cold.
The weather became so intensely cold that we sent for all the hunters who had remained out with captain Clarke's party, and they returned in the evening several of them frostbitten.
Yorkshire weather can turn quickly. At one Auld Lang Syne race, it dropped to -16C. The frost turned everybody's hair grey. I couldn't take my shoes off, as my laces had frozen solid.
January brings the snow / Makes your feet and fingers glow / February's ice and sleet / Freeze the toes right off your feet / Welcome March with wintry wind / Would thou wer't not so unkind / April brings the sweet spring showers / On and on for hours and hours.
Heap on more wood! - the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
It may be the coldest day of The year, what does he think of That? I mean, what do I? And if I do, Perhaps I am myself again.
No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.
I know of no place where the wind can be as icy and the damp so penetrating as in Oxford round about Easter time.
Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking
And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.
New York cold gets into your bones, and you can't move.
I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.
Nothing burns like the cold.
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
The day broke grey and dull. The clouds hung heavily, and there was a rawness in the air that suggested snow. A woman servant came into a room in which a child was sleeping and drew the curtains. She glanced mechanically at the house opposite, a stucco house with a portico, and went to the child's bed.
Where most of the country is, well, hot - from the bone-baking dry heat of the desert to the flesh-melting humidity of Kerala in the south - Kashmir is cool: so cool, in fact, that in the winter, the temperatures can sink to sub-zero.
Winter dawn is the color of metal, The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.
The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple.
So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.
It gets cold here in the Ozarks in the winter. There are often warm winter days, but there are also weeks when the temperature never climbs above freezing.
