His time is here.

The snow lashes and beats itself against the barren landscape.
The wind moans and screams in a fit of wild fury.
Trees bend and groan against the double attack
as animals scamper towards their warm burrows in a hurry.

Winter is here and letting his prescence be known.
A month or two he has to do his worst.
The snow, wind, ice and sleet are his weapons of choice.
Death, destruction and bitter cold quenches his thirst.

Hills, meadows and winding roads
sparkle with their diamond bright coverings of snow.
Ice and all its other forms cover every surface.
It was evident that Winter will not soon go.

It just isn’t his time.
Windows are covered with frost and a glow
of firelight that lights up the insides of each home.
Meanwhile outside the ice-clogged rivers try to flow.

Winter laughs as he sends a Nor’Easter out to do its worst
along with a fresh cold front to provide a few more feet of snow
to the already beleagured landscape
that shivers and shakes down below.

As Winter enjoys his destructive playtime,
another waits their turn in the wing.
His end is coming and his last gasp will give
way to healing as Winter gives way to Spring.