Winter-Unknown

WINTER

Old Winter is a sturdy one,

And lasting stuff he's made of;

His flesh is made of iron-stone,

There's nothing he's afraid of.

He spreads his coat upon the hearth,

Nor yet to warm it lingers;

He scouts the thought of aching teeth,

Or chilblains on the fingers,

Of flowers that bloom or birds that sing

Full little cares or knows he;

He hates the fire and hates the spring,

And all that's warm and cosy.

But when the foxes bark aloud

On frozen lake and river,

When round the fire the people crowd

And rub their hands and shiver,

When frost is splitting stone and wall,

And trees come crashing after-

That hates he not, he loves it all,

Then bursts he out in laughter.

He from the north has hither hied

To show his strength and power,

And when he comes we stand aside

And look at him and cower.

UNKNOWN

Summary: The poem 'Winter' by an unknown author describes winter as a strong and enduring season, made of lasting and sturdy material. Winter is fearless and immune to the discomfort of cold, chapped skin and aching teeth. He despises warmth, flowers, and birds, preferring the frozen harsh environment. However, when the frost is at its most intense, he is amused and laughs at the people who huddle around fires for warmth. Winter comes from the north to demonstrate his strength and authority, and humans are compelled to respect and fear him.