“I have returned!” the Winter cries.

With stormy gales and wind blown skies.

Her simmering jealousy explodes

Her revenge released as she foretold.

“Betrayed have I been, by your desire

For rich fruitful earth and summer fire.

No matter! Encase you will I in ice and frost,

Till summer’s memory, is all but lost.

I will restrain you with long dark days

You will have plenty of time to mend your ways!”

 A couple of months ago following a sudden cold spell I wrote about the winter.