Ashes fall outside my window,
The world is burning in embers of sleet.
I try to fight it, to keep fall here,
but winter seeps into the softened ground.
The air is sharp upon my lungs,
I wear a mask, but the daggers pierce through it.
Jack Frost knocks upon my door,
I try to hide but he seeps through the cracks.
My house is crumbling and I am inside,
No way out, all exits are frozen shut.
The plants begin to wither,
The animals migrate,
And I am left with no choice but to hibernate.