[identity profile] niblik.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
I remember the winters. I am strange, I enjoyed them. That is one reason why Frost's poem was always remembered.

"Stopping by woods on a snowy evening"

That poem gives the nice imagery of just how peaceful a small town's snow actually is.

the woods are lovely, dark and deep...

[identity profile] welfy.livejournal.com 2005-10-15 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I love snowy woods, since I live in the woods, so it works out. :^)