It is still winter, We are still in the thick of it, Chains and snowshoes are still requisite, Imbolc and Candlemas are still to pass, Groundhogs hibernate, Tarns still as glass, The tumbling finch song has yet to be sung, and even the false spring, has not yet sprung.
So lie still a while longer, Let the chill freeze you through, Warmer days will return in their own time, And so will you.