WINTER

Over is the summer, over is the thrill.
Here it is the infinite, the cold, the numb, the still.
Winter sneaks upon us, slowly fencing in.
No use try to fight it, winter always win.

Faschinating beauty, cool breeze on my chin.
Days are cold and shorter, dark clouds moving in.
Frozen is the lake now, white are all the hills.
Beautiful and slowly, winter gently kills !