To Winter – Eugene O’Neill

“Blow, blow, thou winter wind.”
Away from here,
And I shall greet thy passing breath
Without a tear.

I do not love thy snow and sleet
Or icy flows;
When I must jump or stamp to warm
My freezing toes.

For why should I be happy or
E’en be merry,
In weather only fitted for
Cook or Peary.

My eyes are red, my lips are blue
My ears frostbitten;
Thy numbing kiss doth even extend
Thro’ my mitten.

I am cold, no matter how I warm
Or clothe me;
O Winter, greater bards have sung
I loathe thee! 

Winter Heavens – George Meredith

Sharp is the night but stars with frost alive
Leap off the rim of earth across the dome.
It is a night to make the heavens our home
More than the nest whereto apace we strive.
Lengths down our road each fir-tree seems a hive,
In swarms outrushing from the golden comb.
They waken waves of thoughts that burst to foam:
The living throb in me, the dead revive.
Yon mantle clothes us: there, past mortal breath,
Life glistens on the river of the death.
It folds us, flesh and dust; and have we knelt,
Or never knelt, or eyed as kine the springs
Of radiance, the radiance enrings:
And this is the soul’s haven to have felt.

Cold Moons Of Winter – Pete Crowther

(The moons of December, January 
and February were once known by our 
forebears respectively as Long Night or 
Cold Moon, Wolf or Storm Moon, and Snow Moon) 

Cold moons of winter 
The wolf and the storm 
Ice crystals splinter 
The long night is born 
Grey shadows lope 
Over the snow 
Yet still there is hope 
Though fires burn low.