Italian writer Mario Rigoni Stern (1921-2008) wrote extensively about winter, and more particularly about snow. In his writing, this season is a link between the practice of hunting and war. Indeed, Mario Rigoni Stern was a witness and a decisive protagonist in the Second World War. What role does winter play in Rigoni Stern’s representations of nature and war? What does winter tell of the intimate landscape of the writer? Is winter the time of absence, or that of revelation?