Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white...
My boy Bertie: "Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill, And willow stems grow daily red and bright. These are days when ancients held a rite Of expiation for the old year's ill, And prayer to purify the new year's will." - Helen Hunt Jackson, A Calendar of Sonnet's: February Pics taken Feb, 12th, 2021