There seems to be so much more winter than we need this year.

 

My girl Carmen

"A melancholy mantle rests

Upon the land; the sea.

The wind in tristful cadence moans

A mournful threnody.

There flits no gleeful insect,

No blithesome bee nor bird;

0'er all the vast of Nature

No joyful sound is heard.

In garments sere and somber

Each, vine and tree is clad:

It's dreary-hearted winter,

And all the earth is sad."

-  Hazel Dell Crandall, The Lilt o' the Year