The distance it allows at first   The change is felt through the air   The mother of nature speaks discontently      As death tends to whisper defiance   Thinks it´s surprising, fully expected   Heavily unwelcomed, purposely unhidden   There to accomodate   A more sensible whiskey warmth   Had my fills of somber hearts and lost souls      Bleak ember grey, dismal drear   Catastrophic in its own simple right   Tolerance as low as low   Unfortunately cold is cold   Scold the mother whore   For shaking the season´s core       Unprepared as always   Suspiciously sneaking into   Mammoth proportions   An emblem of frigid bones   And desolate hopes      The here is now   An icy adversary of a piercing sort   Wintry blue lunacy in the eyes   No choice but to hibernate   Against these skies      Biting bitterness   Bitten   Blizzard blowing   Nipping at the fine line of your neck   Horrendous glacial   Facial disfiguration   Beaten red raw by the arctic fist      Pummelled quite considerably   Frozen bricks hold the spirit down   Destined to find the elusive shelter   Set aside reclusion from the numbing mind      Winteresque barren portrait   Painted miserably white      Living Earth   Postponed in bereavement   Temporarily cessated   Untimely anytime   This unthawing persistance       Our fine feathered friends   Seem smarter than they appear   Should´ve scrambled to join them   On these months that are so feared      Ferocious gusts, tempestuous winds   Drifting bales, infinitized   Unbeareble haze   Trapped like a rat in a maze   Just when you thought enough was too much   For the desperate masses... and then it passes