Winters

Winter

the winter white,
that yearly plays
nights of lengthy dark.

frost toothed bite,
and a low sitting light,
with trees showing all their bark.

horizons of bleak,
bring  baron struggles,
with grounds that sit so stark .

a seasonal phase;
too long that stays
a drudgery that onward lays.

to some misfortunate souls,

on the back of death you cleaves

until a spring air, 

meld back the tree his leaves