Give me a winter run through a sieve.
Sieve-like the midnight the winter light gives,
Cold to the bone-core, pungent and bold.
Bold comes the sunlight, piercing the cold;
Forever come changes in seasons of weather,
Whether the winter comes each year forever.
postscript
For day ten of Mirror sestet. I'm going to be playing catch-up here. I survived finals while also shivering with fever. Thank goodness that's over.