“I have returned!” the Winter cries.
With stormy gales and wind blown skies.
Her simmering jealousy explodes
Her revenge released as she foretold.
“Betrayed have I been, by your desire
For rich fruitful earth and summer fire.
No matter! Encase you will I in ice and frost,
Till summer’s memory, is all but lost.
I will restrain you with long dark days
You will have plenty of time to mend your ways!”
A couple of months ago following a sudden cold spell I wrote about the winter.