I'm more than ready for Winter to end,
Ive never looked beautiful in white,
I feel change around the bend,
but right now I'm fighting the snows bite.

I shy away from bitter cold,
and tend to shiver in the breeze,
So as the days and nights are told,
I beg my older ways to freeze.

August called; she wants me back,
and im not hesitant to go,
The ice reminds me of what I lack,
and Spring is coming way too slow.

Yet something solid keeps me here,
Binds my limbs to the frozen ground.,
So that even if it takes all year,
I have no choice but to stay around.

Without this place I'm incomplete,
I need the frost to keep me sane,
So until Summers warmth i meet,
I wait for heat to melt my pain.