No, this is January, dear,
The almanac’s untrue;
For roaring Boreas, ’tis clear,
In sleet and snow and atmosphere,
Will be the monarch of the year,
And terror, too.
“Is it a blessing in disguise?”
Of course, things always are;
But Arctic blasts with ardent skies
Somehow do not quite harmonize,
That try to cheat by weather-lies
The calendar.
Old Janus must be double-faced;
He promised long ago
The maple syrup not to taste,
Nor steal the roses from the waist
Of one, a damsel fair and chaste
As April snow.
O winter of our discontent!
Your reign was for a day;
Behold! a scene of wonderment,
A thousand tongues are eloquent,
For spring, in bud and bloom and scent,
Is on the way,
(Hattie Howard)
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