January, month of empty pockets! Let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producers forehead. – Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory out of desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in a forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers. – TS (Thomas Stearns) Eliot

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple tree. – Samuel Taylor Coleridge