The distance it allows at first
The change is felt through the air
The mother of nature speaks discontently


As death tends to whisper defiance
Thinks it's surprising, fully expected

Heavily unwelcomed, purposely unhidden
There to accomodate
A more sensible whiskey warmth

Had my fills of somber hearts and lost souls

Bleak ember grey, dismal drear

Catastrophic in its own simple right
Tolerance as low as low
Unfortunately cold is cold

Scold the mother !@^%
For shaking the season's core


Unprepared as always
Suspiciously sneaking into
Mammoth proportions

An emblem of frigid bones
And desolate hopes


The here is now
An icy adversary of a piercing sort
Wintry blue lunacy in the eyes

No choice but to hibernate
Against these skies


Biting bitterness
Bitten
Blizzard blowing

Nipping at the fine line of your neck
Horrendous glacial
Facial disfiguration

Beaten red raw by the arctic fist

Pummelled quite considerably

Frozen bricks hold the spirit down
Destined to find the elusive shelter
Set aside reclusion from the numbing mind


Winteresque barren portrait
Painted miserably white


Living Earth
Postponed in bereavement

Temporarily cessated
Untimely anytime
This unthawing persistance


Our fine feathered friends
Seem smarter than they appear

Should've scrambled to join them
On these months that are so feared


Ferocious gusts, tempestuous winds
Drifting bales, infinitized
Unbeareble haze

Trapped like a rat in a maze
Just when you thought enough was too much
For the desperate masses... and then it passes