Winter's come a-knocking a-knocking at my door, frosty white carpet blanketing the grass and more; frigid air that pierces bones, and make them ache like crazy, and in the night a damp night mist that made the picture hazy. Bitter blows the wind and chills fingers, noses and lips, underneath the layers of clothing, it's cold slips. The iciness of Winter our entire being surrounds, Even as it freezes and makes iron of the ground.
