A Man Falls for Winter

Mist and cold and ice and snow, closing in on mine dark cabin;
each breath of winter cooling the blood yet exciting it all the same.
with that perplexing comfort that it brings on snow-dipped branches
with that strong icy glaze forming around the tips of the roof.

Oh how softly thy singing is to mine ears
How oft i wish'd mine life were to be lifted,
as thy breeze blow about so freely and with the greatest of care.
A caress so blissful not even slumber could resist.

But how oft it is that your tender embrace turns to icy stone;
how quickly you forget that which resides beneath your power,
and how oft it is that your tender caress becomes the cold bitterness,
that wreches a man to his feet and to his death.

And yet it is as mine eyes do percieve that your fearfulness, your might
cannot compare to thy love i feel for you in the dreary night.
How my dreams are often filled with icy glaciers that are too hot to touch,
too hot for any meager man to get close to your very essence,
any man to draw himself to fully immerse into your wonders;
Any man to fall for winter.