her bitter vetch
is unyielding
she is a spiteful girl
upon the landscape
she spews her gall
its acrid coldness
felt on these tablelands
a reception of welcome
she'll never gain or garner
for her freezing disposition
is so cruel and biting hard
she is unrelenting in venting
her spleen of freeze
the countryside
bears witness
to her gelid duress
the season of winter
is a severe mistress
oh spring's warmer climes
the hours of sunlit glee
shall lift the spirits
so mirthfully