Remember, though the season be
A blackish-gray monotony
Of cloudy sky and muffled sound
And snow that lies on frigid ground.
To each of us there comes a season
That soothes the soul and rights the reason
When we have learned to cast aside
Our bitterness, our greed and pride.
And in their stead, we then displace
These senseless faults with God's pure grace
Then Winters bitter wind departs
And we feel Spring within our hearts.
Where flowers bloom in Grand array
And rainbows chase the gloom away
For kinder thoughts and nobler deeds
Are what an ailing body needs.
At times we grow; at times we rest
The time for each, He knows the best
Through every season, oh, may we be
Drawn closer Lord, my God, to Thee.
- Poem by Polly Thornton
In these long, slow winter hours my Carolina
sits by the fire that glimmers in the salon,
curled up or half curled up in the softest chair,
enveloped in her enormous sable coat.
The white angora stretches out beside her,
rubbing his nose against the lace of her skirt;
behind them, the porcelain jardinieres from China
loom up against the Japanese silk screen.
Carolina is drugged with the sly philters of sleep.
I enter without a word, take off my gray coat,
and kiss her face, which is as rosy and bright
as a red rose that once was a fleur-de-lis.
She opens her eyes and looks at me with a smile.
Outside, the snow is still falling over Paris.
- Poem by Ruben Dario
My age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty but kindly.
- Quote by William Shakespeare
ROMANTIC
