Winters Heart

The Earth is gripped by January hand
Death-frosts stalk and green things banned
Thaw and warmth attempt to enter the fray
But still in Hades does Persephone stay
The trees stand as towers of snow
Adorned not by robin, but instead by crow
They despair not at the frosty waste
They feed at deaths white face
Chill breeze flows through this frozen land
Marking all as with a frostbitten brand
So we wait for spring to start
To pierce another cold winters heart