The icey vaines scattered to the winds bite

The moisture reconciles the dry bitter air

The sun pushes through the atmosphere to bring warmth to the ground

That mattered no more for the blanket of abcent white covers them

The fare for warmth came in months

The birds waiting to come out and sing

The clouds to form a storm of zero visibility

The windows to feel the cold embrace

The ground to be covered clean and dirtless

The form of the season to charge on

To seal yourself around the warmth of a heater

To be smothered in blankets and hot chocolate

For all the reason winter is finally here