Winter's Mask

The sun's overt deception, 
Occurs in tandem with its subtle truthfulness, 
Winter has not departed, 
Rather it wears the mask of spring, 
While simultaneously preparing, 
For a coordinated attack, 
Mustering its clouds, 
The ominous grey soldiers of the sky, 
Poised and waiting, 
Just beyond the horizon, 
Waiting for its deceit to take its full effect, 
Before plunging the world back, 
Into the cold, white world of winter.