Winter Death Quotes

Milk makes us think of life and nourishment, so frozen milk (spilled milk?) is no good. It's like winter is trying to starve the people of this little rural community.

If your blood gets too cold, or "nipp'd," you'll die. Death by freezing—heck, hypothermia—is always just beneath the surface in this poem.

Owls are cool and all, but they're hunters—birds of prey, that is—and thus potentially a symbol of death. It's perfectly fitting that there are owls in this poem because winter is the season of death (sometimes).