Winter Bees

There are the freeze bees
Teasing me to sneeze.
Snow is pulling me down
to my knees.

Though no matter how ferocious the winter is,
having an arm no one sees,
you cannot fight it
even with weapons of war
or the club of Hercules.
It is sightless spheres
coming at you like knife at cheese
aim to mutilate but only
pinch, poke and tease.

The needle cold breeze,
chaperoned by a
breathless wheeze,
constantly poking at your ease!

You can cover your body as you please,
yet feels like
chill
lays into
all your facial hair
to tweeze.