Winter: My Secret

• But not today; it froze, and blows and snows
• Today's a nipping day, a biting day;

  In which one wants a shawl,

  A veil, a cloak, and other wraps
• Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust

  March with its peck of dust,

  Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,

  Nor even May, whose flowers

  One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.
• Perhaps some languid summer day