You just have to embrace it, or cry in your soup.

Surprisingly enough to me when I looked out the window this is the scene,

yes my one lone every green tree has spoken harsh words,

the words here to stay entered my mind,

seven long months of winter ahead,

Everything was laden with  snow,

and the temperatures have dropped,

so there will probably be more,

I went to the back door and opened it,

I was met by the fresh smell in the air,

chickadees had arrived  at one of the bird feeders,

although they have been seen for about a week,

now they were conquering their breakfast

in no regards for any of the others,

beautiful to watch really,

Oh that fresheness beckoning me outside,

some has melted slightly over the day,

roads will be slick tonight.

I find a heavier coat,boots, and my gloves,

I go out and grasp the hand of an old friend,

Hello Winter.