heralded by frosty winds
and misty plumes of breath.
Cold-fingered, it came,
holding to December's hand,
a terrible child.
Winter took the throne,
and the Months showed it honor,
some more than others.
Winter did not care.
Its heart was cold, sharp as ice.
Its soul a black night.
Winter came today.
and it took the Season's Throne,
to begin its reign.
#haiku #winter
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