Defined August, it fades away in a haze
Quickly, running through seasons.
We're suddenly hit by a wave of sore cold
Just enough to show ripen blood upon frozen skin
Without one wearing fine cloth against iced flesh.
One day should you forget in a rush
Or maybe your feet have dragged on too long by then
Of what winter really means
Should you be cursed by Jack Frost?
He does not nip lightly for you
Nor does he for anyone of the sort
Possibly, one could befriend such a harsh element
From summer heat to bleak winter
The seasons change too fast for average beings
Though maybe you could obtain the tie to a blizzard
So when you ask it,
it shall respond.
In which your response should be glee
As for once, it has listened and watched over you.