It’s a gray morning today, but according to the weather people, we’re headed for a high temp this afternoon in the low Sixties. Doesn’t seem much like winter in my part of the world. But then, I’m not complaining after a few very chilly lows in the teens just a few days ago.

I’ve dug out some verses from well-known poets, including Shakespeare, which speak to our more tradiitonal thoughts of winter. Perhaps, in your part of the world, this is the sort of winter you are having!
You will be glad to know – if you hadn’t heard all ready, that the ground hog did not see his shadow last Saturday, and we will have an early spring!

Enjoy these thoughts:

“The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray . . . “
John Greenleaf Whittier, “Snow-Bound”

“Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson, “The Snowstorm”

“The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, “Frost at Midnight”

“There’s a certain slant of light,
Winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the heft
Of cathedral tunes . . .”
Emily Dickinson, Poem 258

“Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude.”
William Shakespeare, song from “As You Like It”