In Winter's Grip

The ground is dusted white with snow Reminding us of what we know – That winter’s here (or just about), The snow removing any doubt. The temperature may rise or dip But we’ll remain in winter’s grip Until beneath the frozen mud, The crocuses burst forth and bud. We cannot battle Nature’s plan So we should all do what we can To take the next three months in stride And when it’s brutal, stay inside.