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Winter.

From Shakespeare:

Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most freindship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.

You Ask: Why Winter?

by Emmanuel George Cefai

You ask: Why Winter?
Winter gives warmth to my verse
And as no other season it gives
Birth
To beauty in its hoar and horrid wonders
In its rattling cold and sundry thunders
Its rain that floods woods and vales
And hamlets trembling small:
O Winter! Winter!

[Winter Poems Link]