Winter

Winter- bearing a name of glass,
It cascades upon us,
Turning the world into a place of White;
Allowing stains of pains to bloom in Front of us,
An enchantment all its own.

Sirens of white dance in the wind,
Creating a ballet of bitter Climate,
Yet of dreamy atmosphere.

To mouse or man,
Her countenance is cruel,
Yet she seems to work in a merciful Way:

Winter's haughty yet cold Displeasure
Makes us grateful to have someone To love
At the end of the day.