Found the following poem on the Farmer's Almanac website and just have to post it:
Keen gleams the wind, and all the ground
Is bare and chapped with bitter cold.
The ruts are iron; the fish are found
Encased in ice as in a mold.
–Charles De Kay (1848–1935)Charles De Kay was an American poet, U.S. Consul General and art and literary critic of the New York "Times" as it was then note.