A chilled surprise seeks the nose,
Icy snowflake, a presage
Of shorter days, cold that goes
Deep to the bone... its message,
Hope that Winter would retire,
Wistful thinking. He's weaving
White snow blankets, an attire
Naked loins are receiving.
Giver of light and warm rays...
Did we forget to praise you
Enough, e'er these lessened days?
"Old Man Winter", a phrase you
Despise, from seasonal rests
His hoary head awaking
Sated in sound sleep, suggests
History, he'll be making.
Marsupial's built-in den,
Leafy tree-top nests for some,
(Winter's deep cold, all intend
Homes be havens from his blast),
Sanctuaries, till the sun
Drives from thought the frigid past
And Spring's birth pangs have begun.
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