It's neither autumn nor winter, but it still feels to me like the right time to share this lovely poem from the 9th century, Tang Dynasty Chinese poet, Li Shangyin.
When will I be home? I don’t know.
In the mountains, in the rainy night,
The Autumn lake is flooded.
Someday we will be back together again.
We will sit in the candlelight by the West window.
And I will tell you how I remembered you
Tonight on the stormy mountain.