On February, by Jane Austen

"

I thought the world was cold in death;

The flowers, the birds, all life was gone,

For January's bitter breath

Had slain the bloom and hushed the song.

And still the earth is cold and white,

And mead and forest yet are bare;

But there's a something in the light

That says the germ of life is there."

~Mrs. Jane [Goodwin] Austen, "February," c.1886