Dad wrote many poems about winter. This is just one of them!!!

January with your snows,
And your winds, that coldly blow.
Making all the landscape bleak,
Stinging nose and biting cheek.
Leaving all with one desire,
To be by a warm, warm fire.
Month of paying old year bills,
Month of many winter ill's.
Go, O month, and do not tarry,
Please let us try February.

E.H. Coe 1971

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