Frost crystals on the pumpkin, jack-o-lanterns rotted
I no longer choose to view fated news besotted
The outcome of my own day will not really change
Therefore my intentions in my life now rearranged
To wish for the winter to bring clean freshness to it all
When the mess of northern worlds is covered in snowfall
There’s something so refreshing as I breathe in icy cold
A prize of renewal that sustains me, superior to gold.