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