Cold wind on my cheek be gone!
I have seen the ravages of your power
And l cower at how my pale face
Matches your drifted drafts of snow.
As the rain melts you into black ice
You are clever old man, your frigid fingers
Tugging at my cap and scarf, letting me know
Who rules this season of sleep and sorrow.
I've seen the creatures you have left stiff and
Starving as your beauty belies your silver swords.
Whistle your flighty self toward the south and
Once again let the gardens grow to let spring sing.