Whither Hath This Winter Gone

Whither hath this winter gone,
when January rains
like an April morn?

Soon dandelions shall bloom
in March, dispersing
the winter’s gloom

And when the great tits hatch
in May, the winter moths
will have flown away

Whither hath this winter gone,
when December snows
are in January forlorn?

The day may yet come
that even I will
winter’s death mourn