Sonnet 97: How like a winter hath my absence been Related
BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December’s bareness everywhere!
And yet this time remov’d was summer’s time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,
Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me
But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.
The weather recently has been providing some lovely ice pictures – first a song on the theme
Some winter funnies from the world wide web
How about rounding off with a classical piece all about Winter by Vivaldi, played by an attractive young lady!