Tendrils of cold,
Twisting, spiralling, around and over you,
In the wintery twilight;
Probing for weakness,
Delivering sharp chills at each fleeting touch;
Raising goose bumps to bursting,
And slowly attacking the feet with the onset of frostbite!
You are a cruel and determined foe;
Insatiable in your pursuit of the living for their warmth,
With an age old repertoire of traps, tricks and feints at her disposal,
And, an abundance of patience-
Like a huntress, harrying her prey,
Until it’s found cornered and covering;
Before, finally, setting in for the kill:
In ruthless single-mindedness given a chance!
So, don’t fall victim to this Huntress Winter’s feints,
Wrap up warm and offer her only a passing shiver,
When what she longs for is something far more grievous,
To add to the growing collection of trophies from this season’s tally of kills.