Spring is the time of ultimate renewal, but Winter, depending on whether one is into poetry or into politics, can be either a time of renewal or a time of coverup.
Everything is crappy, dirty, trashy, decrepit. Then it snows, & it’s beautiful, it’s gorgeous. The snow melts off, things become crappy, dirty, trashy, decrepit again. But (at least in northern Illinois) we know that the next snow is just around the corner, any day now. Not really a true rebirth, the garbage & the decrepit are still under there, waiting………..waiting…………saying “We’ll be baaaaaaack!”