“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!”