“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! I will encase you with ice and frost

Till summer’s memory is all but lost.

Restrained will you be with long dark days

So you have time to mend your ways!”