Coming down from the arctic hold
Cruising southward with no sound
Creeping, seeping, steeping cold
Crawling down through the ground.
Crisping leaves and lakes in a flash
Crashing, crushing with frothing lash
Choking and cheating the sun’s hot wrath
Challenging fires within its path.
Soothing but freezing summer’s heat
Shaking teeth and numbing feet.
Shifting rain and fog to sleet
Silently marching without a beat.
Skirting with flirting frontal lance
Slacking at solstice advance
Seceding to move south again
Stalling seasons to winter’s end.
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