As frost arrives

And leaves do die

An all-seeing eye

Pierces the sky

A blanket of cold

Of dead, and of old

Its soul it sold

To bring such cold

In ice and rain

A grand refrain

Of trickled stain

Of intense pain.

Clouds ahead

Soulless and dead

Of these I dread.

But look ahead.

The winter comes

To make us numb,

My only one

To ease the numb.

Winter ice

Here's some advice

You best think twice

To release your vice.