Winter - William Shakespeare

"When icicles hand by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipped and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the starting
'Tu-whit, tu-who!'
          A merry note,
          While greasy Joan doth keel the pot."

Winter, a glorious poem by William Shakespeare, fully describes what winter is like in a mere 18 lines in its entirety. The reader experiences the cold and the vastness of the season, by reading simple descriptions of various parts of the time of year. We see how cold Dick and Tom are. We see the frozen milk, thawing by a fire. We feel the brisk elements as we hear the owl, "Tu-whit, tu-who!" And we listen. And we shiver.

We experience winter without experiencing anything at all.

A true poem.