Winter is finally upon us and with that I have come across a poem by Dora Fortner, who lived in Strathroy.  The museum has a large collection of her poems written from the 1920s to the 1960s and the one below is most fitting for a day like today. 

Winter
Oh! The cold winds blow,
And they tell of snow,
And the leaves go dancing away;
And the clouds pass by,
And the tree-tops sigh,
As so madly about they sway.
–
All the birds have fled,
And the flowers are dead,
And the earth lies cold and bare;
And the trees are gaunt,
And their limbs they flaunt,
As they toss in the frosty air.
–
Now, the streams run fast,
For the summer’s past,
And the sky is leaden and drear;
And the snow falls light,
Till the ground is white
And we know that winter is here.
Nov 19, 1938

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