I read this poem, and it beautifully captured my sentiments. 😂 Hopefully I'm not the only one??? The Shortest Month by Adeline Whitney, 1824-1906 Will Winter never be over? Will the dark days never go? 'Must the buttercup and clover Be always hid under the snow? Ah, lend me your little ear, love! Hark! ’tis a beautiful thing; The weariest month of the year, love, Is shortest and nearest to spring.