“But for their cries,The herons would be lostAmidst the morning snow.”

“I sleep ... I wake ... How wide The bed with none beside”

“Three things which inspire the poet:An eye to see the world clearly A heart which feels sincerely And courage to render faithfully Little Book of Celtic Wisdom compiled by Giuletta Wood”

“It's going to snow on the mountains," she warned him."Ew, snow," I muttered to myself. It was June, for crying out loud."Wear a jacket.”

“A stilted heron labored up into the air and pounded down the river.”

“If you were silent Flight of herons on dark sky...Oh! Autumn snowflakes!”

“It didn't look like the kind of snow that whispers down gently in the pit of the night and in the morning turns the landscape into a glittering wonderland of uncommon and ethereal beauty. It looked like the kind of snow that intends to make the world as bloody cold as possible.”