Droplets of vapor
Conscripted from the air
Amassed in great clouds
Marshalled for War
Each drop armed with spears
And adorned in armor of Ice
All at once a trillion warriors descend upon their prey
Grass, trees, & buildings all buried in the onslaught
And too am I attacked
Yet many defenses have I
Wide-rimmed hat, coat, & gloves
Protect me from the thousand cuts of each flake
So I continue on my Path unhindered
As a fool who easily forgets
The marksmanship of Snow
To patiently fall so far
So slow
Yet still strike the intended target
It only take one
Six-sided spear
Striking the nape of my neck
To penetrate my skin
And invade my spine with Winter’s chill
Consume my body’s warmth with coldness
Infect my mind with a poisonous Frost
Fill my veins with Ice
And inflict upon me
The same mood
That lay siege to the Land
For Winter has come
And my Soul must sleep