Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 I am Winter

I am called winter and I find

My tendency for lots of greed

To take most time with humankind,

The longer the better indeed.

I love to chase Autumn away,

And announce to all that I'm here,

With a frigid and stormy day.

Into shelters folks disappear.

And then when it is time for Spring,

I do oft refuse to let go,

Giving surprise bad weathering,

Maybe a June blizzard of snow.

Some day the sun will cease to shine,

Then all Earth all year will be mine.