Adorned in silky taffeta she strides,
cool, crisp, and confident.
With delicate lacy trim she glides,
a snobby sophisticated countenance
behind which a volatile temper hides.
Once quiet and sultry,
now chilling and unpredictable, she chides,
burning cold upon her breath
and breast where nature’s wrath resides.
We’ve seen her dance before—
Our tempestuous winter bride.