The days grow shorter as winter comes
The nights become longer as winter runs

The sun hides behind the clouds
As the cold north winds rush across the town

Darkness enthralls the sky and shadows cover the earth
The trees lose their foliage and the naked branches, present a dearth

Each year winter comes and eventually goes away
But all in all winter itself brings an array;
Snow, Christmas, holidays, bliss… or for some
Darkness, gloom, boredom or the cold north winds“Chilling hiss”