Old Man Winter
there is a long poetic tradition of making a metaphorical man of winter: "Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold" (Shakespeare); "Lastly came Winter ... [c]hattering his teeth" (Edmund Spenser); "winter [hath] his delights" (Thomas Campion); "Winter ... [w]ears on his smiling face" (Samuel Taylor Coleridge); "O Winter, king of intimate delights" (William Cowper); "Winter ... with all his rising train" (James Thomson). There is nothing untoward in this convention, but it is useful to be aware of it. What are the implications of personifying winter, time, and death as men?
