“And the stars in the night were the eyes of his wolves, and the wind itself was their song.”— Emma Bull
“Snow is falling on town, on hill, on plain, on sea, and the whole world is turning to snow.”— Conrad Aiken
“The gas was on in the Institute, The flare was up in the gym, A man was running a mineral line, A lass was singing a hymn.”— John Betjeman
“Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things.”— Laurie Lee
“The sun, a fiery orange, was balancing on the edge of the hills, and the sky was a bruised purple.”— Laurie Lee
“The sun is a-waitin' for to switch on the light, The moon is a-hidin' her face in the night.”— Paul Laurence Dunbar