Winter approacheth, so how do I feel about it?

Today, this marvelous poem on Writers Almanac by Paul Zimmer sums it up. Poem published in Crossing to Sunlight Revisited in University of Georgia Press, 2007.

Lester Tells of Wanda and the Big Snow

Some years back I worked a strip mine

out near Tylersburg. One day it starts

to snow and by two we got three feet.

I says to the foreman, "I'm going home."

He says, "Ain't you stayin' til five?"

I says, "I got to see to my cows,"

Not telling how Wanda was there at the house.

By the time I make it home at four

another foot is down and it don't quit

until it lays another. Wanda and me

for three whole days seen no one else.

We tunneled the drifts and slid

right over the barbed wire, laughing

at how our heartbeats melted the snow.

After a time the food was gone and I thought

I'd butcher a cow, but then it cleared

and the moon come up as sweet as an apple.

Next morning the ploughs got through. It made us sad.

It don't snow like that no more. Too bad.