Her screeching voice can be heard howling in the winds that scold.
She can make even the strongest of voices stutter and quiver.
And her touch is quite chilling, down our spines runs a shiver.
When she dresses all in white she makes us snow blind,
And makes us feel claustrophobic as we are confined.
She turns gentle healing rains into sheets of painful ice,
Those who venture out to visit her often pay a steep price.
Winter takes away warm feelings, makes us feel quite numb,
Steals all our happiness, and fills our hearts entirely with glum.
She makes our blue world seem slightly gray, and rather bleak,
Winter drains our energy, tears us down, and makes us weak.
Our harsh Mistress of Winter holds on tight, she has a firm grip,
She is not known to give in, and rarely lets up on our hardship.
That is, of course, until the Spring Maiden brightens our dismay,
And forces the Mistress of Winter to leave us, and go far away.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.