The snow falls down,
And brings back the slightest trace
Of a happier time when my frown
Wasn't frozen to my face.

Chill breezes flow through my skin,
To my heart to make it cold,
It's slow beat reminding me of what has been,
And ice in my veins, if truth be told.

I welcome you, Old Man Winter,
Turn my heart to icy steel,
Make me cold and bitter,
So that I cannot feel.

So keep on blowing, cold, cold, wind,
Bring forth your cold, cold, hosts.
For my heart is beyond mend,
And my sight filled with Winter ghosts.

Written by me (Edward Lawrence) on January 9 2009