"Winter is the thief of my happiness"
Someone once said this to me
She enters as if welcomed and
pillages my lifeforce until there is none left
She devours the flowers in her hunger frenzy
She, like the hurricane, leaves nothing in her wake: trees bare, icy forests with no sign of life and much worse, it is as if the sun itself was engulfed

In a world of winter there can be no other
No life
No laughter
No peace in that frozen emptiness
Imagine living in that icy tundra
Winter is desolate and dreadful
Winter is fever and death
Winter is unnecessary and should be removed and forgotten

But she disagrees:
I am the misunderstood empress
I feed on misery and give joy
Do not go on only what I say think back now  
Imagine one day in my season
Freezing? Perhaps...  Do you see it?
Your breath floats above you, clouding your vision
Now you drink from that hot mug
Hmm that tea could never grant you the same feeling as it would in those other seasons
I bring life - for, it is I, that allows all to rest
To begin anew
I bring rest - for all things cannot continue indefinitely without consequence
The rest is required for future plans

Summer, that dreadful devil,
He has poisoned your well so to speak
He has bribed you to spite me
He feeds you with luscious fruits and evergreen trees
The sun scolds your skin and still you are blinded
I am misunderstood - you do not see me for who I am
You see me in the bigger picture for
I bring cold - that comfort you feel when you are just becoming warm
That rather fantastic visage of an overcast day
That is me

Winter proclaims to be the queen of new beginnings
There cannot be a new before removal of the old
I am the passing of time
Without me, a world entirely run by that Solar dictator, would be horrid
Reluctantly she returns to her kingdom for no one listens to her
Summer has won the battle but the if it is a war he wants, then a war he shall get ...