that has staked it's territory and won't move on.
It roars with a breath of snowy cold winds and freezing rain.
It wraps us all in it's icy claws and threatens us with it's cold hard bite should we complain too much.
It teases us when we get to feel and hear the pulse of it's warm beating heart but quickly takes it away leaving us once again chilled and numb.
I'm left with no choice but to bend to the lion's ways and brace myself against it's cold icy roar.