And I saw he was winter

But dressed him in gold and silver

Cold cracked within his veins

 

Heavy and dull he spoke

And I downed each word

Drinking from the broken cup

I found excess in myself

 

And gave it to someone else

 

But I knew he was winter

Yet still dressed him silver and gold

With bells and adorned smiles

 

Made him fifty feet tall

He looked down and shook off

All of the adornment

 

And reminded me
That he was only winter

Bitter, cold, absent of heat.