Where the north winds blow...

A lonely fir-tree standeth
On a height where north winds blow ;
It sleepeth, with whitened garment,
Enshrouded by ice and snow.


From the poem: The Fir-Tree and The Palm
By: Heinrich Heine 

Snow White

Little Snow-White

Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm

     Once upon a time in midwinter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood. As she sewed she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful that she thought to herself, "If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood in this frame."

Footsteps in the Snow

Diamond Snowflakes

A Passageway to Mystery

Just a hole in a tree,

Why, what else could it be?

A handy spot in which to hide.

A refuge from the snow outside.

I crouch down, surprised to see,

There’s plenty of room for me.

Once inside I look around.

It’s cozy here, underground.

On the floor lies a golden key

And a passageway to mystery.

Surrounded by the warm brown wood,

I feel much braver than I should.

I hear someone call my name.

Should I head back, or remain?

I take the key and down I go.

Where this leads, I’ve got to know.

Whatever happened to Rosemary?

I saw her last by the hole in the tree.