Fierce Winter comes with cruel iron grip,
His raging winds forever howl and blow,
And icy cold strikes like a fearsome whip.
Once bright Autumn trees now stand bare and drip,
Closed down against the threat of coming snow;
Fierce Winter comes with cruel iron grip.
Nuts and berries from the trees we strip,
Sweet hazel, bramble, walnuts, bitter sloe,
Till icy cold strikes like a fearsome whip.
The frost which glitters on each grass blade’s tip
May melt to shining globes in the sun’s clear glow,
But Winter will not ease his iron grip.
Our ears and nose and fingers he will nip,
Delighting in the pain of frozen toes
When icy cold strikes like a fearsome whip.
As ice brings many a dangerous slide and slip
The water in the becks no longer flows;
Fierce Winter’s here with his cruel iron grip,
And his icy cold will strike like a fearsome whip.