Never doubt its spring flowers.
-(India) Tagore's bird
2. The poetry of the earth never stops:
In/lonely winter/night, when/cold condenses/
It's quiet. It bounces off the fireplace.
Crickets' songs, in the/rising heating,
In sleepiness, people feel/that sound.
Like a grasshopper/singing on a grassy mountain. -(British) Keats' Cricket and Cricket
3. The trembling wings of ants in winter
Waiting for the cold winter to end.
I love you in a slow and stupid way,
Hardly speak, just a few words. -(America) Bly's Winter Poems
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? -(British) Shelley