Winter

Odd cracks on the surface begin

that sense that causes me to quake
to wish I can throw a frozen sin
into an immense and cold lake
White and lofty pieces of our big Earth
seem so plain, and yet seem so complex.
Murky blocks of ice imitating birth
yet they clearly cannot just annex
Choosing to be known or understood
by the people from the land of the sun
the ones who say snow is up to no good
Conclude cold is another form of fun
Winter you are extraneous to me
come and help me feel freedom with your key