with her shawl of ice and snow.

Outstretched arms

laden with the burden

of the season.

Winter is upon us

and it's a heaviness I feel

as I walk through winds of memory

dimmed by drifting snow.

Winter is the season

I dread most of all.

Winter and her memories,

winter and her chill.

I've never liked the winter

and I think I never will.