It isn't true--not like you think:
The cold of winter is no thief
And neither has her grip a calm
Lest fears come rolling through her teeth.
Afraid of what the summer brings
Stands one who pulls the shutters back
And watches snowfall sudden, grim;
The glass is fogged, the curtains slack.
It's all a lie that winter sleeps
And wraps the future in her shell
Falsely rings the summer sun,
For less than winter is this hell.
Fires blaze to comfort souls
And fingers 'round the handled cup.
Eyes forget the broken strings
When snowfall gives the memory up.
No one stays alone in bed
When comes the cobbled, murky wind
You gave up freedom ages hence
And all fall short: we too have sinned.
And now, dear winter pilgrim: come
Pale you rest in fallen snow.
Alive in heavy lies of ice
With nowhere for your feet to go.
postscript
Just thinkin.