Like the frost she is sharp
And it is winter when she comes.
We shiver through her howling
As the short days end,
Darkness bringing its own memories.
None can escape her cold embrace:
Hugging her feels like rain,
Stones, hail at your back.
Like a December storm
She is frightening.
Wrapped up in coats and scarves,
The frost a sheen on our cheeks,
She crosses our path,
Thorough and menacing,
And we feel it in our bones.
Like the snow she brings us silence.
We are muffled in her presence;
Unsure, watching our step.
It sounds like peace but underneath
Lies certain danger.