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 it's own simple right Tolerance as low as low Unfortunately cold is cold Scold the mother whore 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