Wool fills closets, skirting chill

With flannel’d down and long john lace

Snuggling still before the fire

Protected sure in close embrace

Gripping cold and dripping ice

Outside, outside, away from blaze

Here on bear skin sings the summer

No blast heard from hoarfrost haze

Morning greets an arctic wonder

Slick on slick the mirrored ground

Reflecting rays of low sloped glow

On pools of diamonds come unbound

Softly cries the crocus blooming

Through the snow its white bud glooming