Read "October" at The Eldritch Dark:
This dark poem from Clark Ashton Smith (CAS) creates a beautiful metaphor around the onset of winter and the weight of oppressive memories:
I would the mounded snow of mountains hyperborean
Were heaped upon your latest ember, quenching it!
In some tremendous world of ice, or world marmorean,
I would entomb for aye my fevers infinite:—
Yea, well it were to lie in frozen sleep unlit
Beneath the mounded snow of mountains hyperborean.
There is an obvious sadness in these lines, but also a recognition of the beauty of the season: "Your distant vales are blue as Aidenn". Even as I am reading "October" in March, I nonetheless recall the particular sensations of which it speaks, so familiar in the last days before winter's grip takes hold.