I can be as lovley as an autumn day
with a mild breeze and a scattered shower
on golden leaves.

However I can be as vicious as a january frost
with it's knife at the throat of a sleeping creature,
embittered by the long dark nights
and the short snap of dun sun days

But some people melt the winter ice
like summer sun, breaking through
and filling up the empty spaces
and a different me springs up.