Meh meh meh, winter. Exactly what it feels like! Brrrrrrr, bleugh.
Winter - Billy Collins
A little heat in the iron radiator,
the dog breathing at the foot of the bed,
and the windows shut tight,
encrusted with hexagons of frost.
I can barely hear the geese
complaining in the vast sky,
flying over the living and the dead,
schools and prisons, and the whitened fields.