Just for that, I'm going to be an asshole and post a poem about Winter and snow.
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Winter's Embrace
by ~Maximilian-Aurea
Where, I bellow toward the heavens, is Winter's snow? Though Summer's end is long since past, Fall seems to linger well past its due. Should Winter not rise from its slumber and give rise to mountainous snow, Spring shall soon overthrow him and take his seat as Lord of Seasons.
Garbed in fur, he reigns 'fore and after Year's death and rebirth. Winds of Change cast over our world a blanket; not of cloth, but of moisture and snow.
I await the cold embrace of Winter's softest ice-crystals, fallen from sky above. When shall they come; when shall they go...
I do not wish for Summer's blaze, for droughts and fire and sweaty days
I wish for cold, and ice, and snow, to bathe the world in moonlit glow
I put no faith in Summer's hand, to scorch the clouds and bake the land
I believe in Winter's cold embrace, I do yet hope he'll win this race
But what of Spring, and passing Fall; united seasons, one and all?
I dream of heeding Winter's calls, of walking through high Odin's halls
From whence had come the falling rain, shall come the snow; mid-summer's bane
I sing that snow may fall to ground, I pray for Winter to be found
Heed my call, dear eldest season, and listen to my words of reason
We wait for you to come again, like year before, and before then
Bring your coat of fur and ice; a simple flurry would suffice
That children shall find Winter's joy, and make complete the gift of toy
Be it Fir or Pine tree standing tall, or lighting of candles; nine in all,
The season calls for celebration, through young and old, each generation.
Take my hand and gaze with me, at whitest snow upon the tree
And walk this way as I now do, to witness Winter's cold debut
Lets watch as snowflakes fall to ground, and cool wind blows them all around
Lets stand upon the mountain tops, and pray the snowfall never stops
May Winter reign throughout the lands, like desert bathed in colored sands.
May Winter bring year's death and birth, and reason to ignite the hearth.
I do not know when Spring shall come, but snow shall fall in lengthy sum.
I know not when Winter shall end, but know that moisture shall transcend.
To sky above and cloud beyond, the water always shall abscond
From babbling brook and tiny stream, its all a part of Nature's scheme.
So look beyond where Fall is found, and wish for snowfall all around.
Where's Winter's grasp we shall embrace, and a year's end we may erase.