End of Year

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow

At the end of the year, this year in particular, these lines of A. E. Housman's poem come to mind. They seem appropos due to both the delight that a little snow (for decorative purposes only) would bring, and the melancholy tinge to the thought another year passing.