An Icy Touch

Winter closes its firm grip And sucks the warmth of the world By unleashing its frosty breath. Every trace of life shivers at the certain death Foretold in winter's icy touch. Desperate for want of spring's beauty, Green spurts of vibrant color perk up From the chilled ground layered with snow. Greedy to its last breath, Winter steals all. None can live amidst the icy encasing. None can thrive whilst winter reigns supreme. Warmth burrows deep into the cold ground To be nearer to Earth's warm warm heart. Bright bursts of color flee before the tyrannous lord. Animals holding fires of warmth in their chests Withdraw from the frigid air berating their bodies. Delicate leaves part from their mother tree And rest rejected beneath white snowy oppressors. Always winter will conquer.