Though it is far from Winter (and thankfully), I have uncovered another poem about Kansas that went along with some photos (ca. 2010):
A Kansas Winter
A Kansas Winter knows no end
but sees the Earth chilled to its bones;
birds give their shrill cries to the wind
and flee now from their fragile homes.
The silver plains meld with the sky
all colors blended into grays;
the seats of Spring sit idly by
as their ghosts wait for longer days.
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