Winter descends awaiting its grasp, 
Trees wither, their branches fall 
Losing all leaves which unclasp, 
They lay dormant standing tall. 
Snow appears and rain disappears, 
While the flakes stick to the ground, 
At clear vision for many miles and around. 
Is the flowing frost, 
There at no other cost. 
  
Times freezes over silently, 
Not arguing giving in peacefully. 
The sun shines fighting a battle, 
It knows cannot be won from the covering mantle, 
Cold breeze tames the bit of warmth and heat, 
Given off by the rebellious light in the sky, away a few million feet. 
The frost is now flowing by, taking over. 
  
Clouds are not white,  
Instead they are forming a grayish sight, 
Over the flashing cities, 
Forgetting we have necessities, 
Deciding to stay inside with darker days. 
Roaming the oceans and nearest bays, 
Craving to engulf everything, 
is the frost, finally, freely, flowing.