The winter winds come with tales to tell,
Of times to seek warmth where the heart may dwell.
“Cold hands, warm heart,” the wise would say,
In frosty months, love lights the way.

As snow blankets fields in shimmering white,
We learn “patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet” and bright.
For winter’s long nights teach us well,
That seasons change, as stories swell.

When “every cloud has a silver lining” in snow,
Each flake is a promise of growth below.
For beneath this frost lies life’s repose,
Waiting for spring’s first golden throes.

“Still waters run deep,” in lakes now frozen,
Reflecting skies in colors chosen.
Beneath the ice, mysteries sleep,
While quiet winds through valleys creep.

“All that glitters is not gold,” they say,
Yet snowflakes shine in their own way.
Though fleeting as they touch the ground,
In each unique beauty is found.

As “the darkest hour is just before dawn,”
Winter’s nights stretch out, cold and long.
Yet even in silence, the stars gleam bright,
Guiding lost souls through the night.

“Rome wasn’t built in a day,” we know,
So nature rests beneath the snow.
Each root in slumber, each branch asleep,
Awaiting spring’s life-giving sweep.

When “fortune favors the bold,” they cheer,
Brave souls face winter without fear.
Bundled tight in wool and thread,
Through snow and storm, they forge ahead.

“An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure,”
So fires are stoked and doors secure.
Against the cold, we close our homes,
In the hearth’s warm light, our spirits roam.

“There’s no time like the present,” true,
To savor the peace in winter’s view.
For moments spent in quiet thought
Are treasures that can’t be bought.

“A penny saved is a penny earned,”
In winter’s calm, this truth is learned.
When fields lie bare and fruits are few,
We value what we have anew.

“Good things come to those who wait,”
As snowflakes fall at their own rate.
Each one a gift, a fleeting grace,
Dancing lightly from their place.

“Charity begins at home,” they say,
When frost brings need along its way.
Sharing warmth, a meal, a smile,
Can make the chill seem less vile.

“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,”
As sparrows seek shelter in each nook.
The earth is still, yet life remains,
In nature’s pulse that never wanes.

“Every rose has its thorn,” they claim,
As icy winds call winter’s name.
But in the frost, new shapes appear,
Carving beauty sharp and clear.

“Haste makes waste,” in winter’s slow pace,
Teaching us grace in every trace.
The snow drifts gently, soft and wide,
With beauty found on every side.

“To everything, there is a season,”
Winter arrives with solemn reason.
It asks for patience, bids us to wait,
For spring will come, as sure as fate.

“When in Rome, do as the Romans do,”
So don your scarf and your mittens, too.
Winter’s charm lies not in ease,
But in learning warmth through the freeze.

“The pen is mightier than the sword,”
Winter’s tales can’t be ignored.
In cozy rooms, by firelight’s glow,
Stories of snow and ice will flow.

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,”
As snow caps trees with silver shoulders.
The world is stark, yet pure and bright,
A scene bathed in soft, white light.

“A rolling stone gathers no moss,” they say,
Yet winter’s hush bids motion stay.
Stillness settles across the land,
As we pause and breathe, just as planned.

“Actions speak louder than words,” they claim,
Yet winter speaks without a name.
Its silence fills the woods and streets,
Where only the sound of snowfall beats.

“Hope springs eternal,” buried below,
Under layers of winter’s snow.
Though cold may reign, life persists,
In each root that gently twists.

“Out of sight, out of mind,” they fear,
Yet winter’s beauty is crisp and clear.
Though often unseen, it holds a grace,
In every snow-clad, quiet place.

“A friend in need is a friend indeed,”
In winter’s chill, true hearts take heed.
To warm each other, to give and share,
Makes warmth bloom everywhere.

“Necessity is the mother of invention,”
As winter’s trials demand attention.
We learn to light, to craft, to mend,
Adapting as the seasons bend.

“One good turn deserves another,”
So we watch for ways to help each other.
In winter’s trial, we seek to find,
A kindness born in heart and mind.

“The early bird catches the worm,” they cheer,
Though winter’s hush makes time unclear.
It teaches us to move with grace,
At nature’s gentle, patient pace.

“Too many cooks spoil the broth,” they say,
But winter’s quiet has its way.
With calm simplicity, it reigns,
In pure white fields and snowy plains.

And so, as winter draws us near,
With every proverb wise and clear,
We learn its lessons, deep and slow,
Until spring’s warmth begins to show.

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