Again he came and froze the world
His eyes as white as snow
Stubbornly refusing to leave
His frost at zeros below

No wisdom does he offer
Under his frozen tundra Breath
Blowing and wailing  
'Til not a sign of life is left

Our muses all have gathered
On a tropic island beach
Even magic while he's here
Is simply out of reach

Thawing on my alter
A poem of warmer days
I shall keep a fire lit
'Til he is on his way
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