When the dark grew longer and the gods said to chill, we discovered the scattering weak.

Focused minds seize to wonder, thoughtless began to mill, so ends the season for the meek.

It is the posture who tells of where you derive, the icy pleasures of which been deprived.

Unprepared cannot survive, for this is the time when the great GOAT will thrive!

If you can’t stand the weather, let the masters play, run take cover inside!

Cower and shrink together, out of the way you should stay, or be the sad subject of deride.   

M. Writes

Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless. ~Terri Guillemets

Winter tames man, woman and beast…. ~William Shakespeare