Summer winds are winter wraiths
This season has no faith
Errant blizzards prim and press
The landscape into snowy laundry
Creased and crumpled we confess
Frosted panes sight our sundry

What reason is writhing wind
When fires hiss and rescind
So goes thought and intellect
In effect we do affect to love
Across moments we collect
While sickled snowflakes fall above

When all is rote this is rite
In bitterness we bite
Against winters of our life
To go home to where we've been before
End the cold white noise of strife
To see spring once more by watered shore