Winter's Bite
Geese follow a southern flight path,
honking as they flee Winter's wrath:
warning that She's a psychopath.
Autumn's buried without a trace
as Winter's fury sets the pace:
Her icy winds slapping my face.
I feel the sting of Winter's bite,
icy cold in Her gown of white:
lashing out with all of Her might.
Femme fatale: with a heart of ice,
Winter is anything but nice:
and always levies a high price.
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