Winter sets in and it grows colder, daylight is shortened and the night lingers.
The trees are bare, they seem aged and older. I look on as the air bites my fingers.
I glance at the midnight sky, the stars appear to quiver. A lonely leaf upon a tree, in the wind it shivers.
"By the breath of God frost is given" Job 37:10
For he saith to the snow, Be thou on the earth; likewise to the small rain, and to the great rain of his strength. Job 37:6