It's Winter

Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind,
As man's ingratitude.
William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.
Christina Rossetti (1830 - 1894), A Christmas Carol

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Robert Frost (1874 - 1963), Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Albert Camus (1913 - 1960)

Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wed
ding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
Charles Kingsley (1819 - 1875), Saint's Tragedy (act III, sc. 1)