Rainy day staying inside
Housecoat on, blanket raised high
Heating on, ease of wanderlust
I have wandered long and now the long winter is here, at long last
Alas, the frigid blast by which our jagged bog bones are fashioned
Returns in maven aspect, blanched verdancy, paling ash and alder
Painting the world grimly, pall of appalling grey invades hazy summer
Bringing an end to hay, Jack Frost his wand icicle-caked enters the fray
Iceclad, whiteraven mane, sporting still manacles from sundered chains
He is thunder which chases away the sun, shortening days
He takes Persephone away to Hades but returns come agreed day
Some will not see the next, it is like an hex, noose for elderly necks
These gelid weeks, when they are weakest, closening His lofty seat
Footing the Empyrean.
Alchemisland 
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