Silent Assassin

The cold seeps in. The silent asssassin. He’s the chill that goes straight to the bone. Winter. That’s when the assassin strikes. Boaring down a path. Animals hide.Plants die. And the rest of us flee inside. Escaping that wintery assassin, Who was sent to collect his bounty. He found his loot , On a blistery day, And took from me my heart. Then he returned on his endless flight, And took his fill again. I have lost to this silent asssassin, Who comes with winter’s light. I wonder when he comes again, If I’ll be in his sights.