Bite of Winter


He comes with the wind
He swings his arms
And all things freeze

With his voice the air grows cold
With his touch the plants shiver
Thus his presence is felt

Creatures flee before his coming
Creatures sleep during his reign
Yet humans play and work

With ice and wind
With night and cold
He lashes at the world

Yet with the turn of the year
He retreats from his realm
He withdraws from the world

Now he waits for his turn again
To come forth once more
And cover the land with his presence

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