Winter Bones

When the snow melts and the ploughs head into the fields for the first time to wake the frozen soil, some people rejoice. Those are the lucky ones. Most head into the fields, following the plows, to pick up whatever had been buried in snow - small items lost during the winter, tools forgotten at the end of a day, and bones of those who went out too far and never returned.
They burn whatever they find, because what winter once claims is never truly itself again.
Once winter has eaten your soul, you know nothing but the frost of death.