Winter stretches cool fingers of embrace
As sensual chill shivers deep within,
Her movement calm and full of wanton grace
Ensures cold feelings penetrate the skin.

For though her moment’s not yet come to pass
And autumn’s warmth rests meekly on the land
She knows her time will surely come at last
And grasped within we all come to her hand.

For cruel and unforgiving is her way
So desperately we ward her from our hearth;
Seductive and remorseless she will stay
Her dowry brought us scarcity and dearth.

By intervention order comes the spring
And hope the summer’s memory he brings.

© G. Burns 10-Apr-2012