Perhaps it is time for some poems about winter.
I found these at www.egreenway.com/months/monfeb.htm
Surely as cometh the Winter, I know There are Spring violets under the snow. -- R. H. Newell
The birds are gone, the ground is white.
The winds are wild, they chill and bite.
The ground is thick with slush and sleet,
And I can barely feel my feet.
-- Winter Poems
Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments,
embark upon a sentimental journey,
and enjoy every idle hour.
-- John Boswell
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