Winter’s Revenge

It’s return,

Winter’s revenge served cold,

we thought it vanquished,

but it was a sleight,

of hand,

a feint,

to lull us in.

To make us go go outside,

with the sun, and warm days,

but no,

it had one final charge,

one last push,

one last brutal siege,

against the coming summer,

a final frigid campaign,

and Mother Nature,

the arctic general,

laughing,

making us remember,

who’s really in charge.