The Silent Cry Poetry Collection

Winter

Winter

Frost, snow and ice at my command,

There is no room for reprimand.

Let us coat the ground in white,

Leaving a harsh beautiful sight.

Frost make your layer thick,

Then above you the ice will stick.

Snow will then make it complete,

While mortals bow at my feet.

Blow my cold gales,

Make transportation fail.

Spread the sneezes like wild snow,

Now poison their systems, go!

I hear you curse my name,

As you stumble on in pain.

I am unforgiving, the country is mine,

No longer yours, is the time.

Then the sun rises,

And all my victorious prizes,

Melt away once more.

All that I have gained in these months four,

Is lost to me until next year,

When the winter again you will fear.