Winter in a word

Death. I think death captures winter perfectly. With autumn as its harbinger, winter is a sweeping wave of death, killing trees, bushes, and anything else that dares opposes it. Waves of cold, striking down any and all who look it in the eye. They say it was exposure, but it is the winter, cutting you down for thinking you can resist it. Winter is primordial, and it is death, since the beginning, and all the way to the end of everything.