The Returning Cry of Winter

The return of winter

 

 “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.