Winter of Winters

Moon beams on killer frost

Blue hues hit the snow,

Two stars glow as broken bulbs

In the lunar light of cold.

Deep fury is raging winter

Old Man Winter angers slow,

As Jack Frost grasped 

The limbs he passed

Father Time just lets it go.

Gaia is now sleeping soundly,

But on the otherside of her back

The heat shall grow with jungles in tote,

Where she lays is the warming path.