A cold winters jab

A man with no mind to be had.
Stepped out just a tad.
From the warmth of his home.
Into a great Dome.
A dome of cold air.
He walked with great care.
So that way it won't know.
He was a foe.
Suddenly hit with a jab.
A frightening cold stab.
Falling to the ground.
But he made no sound.
Taking his breath.
Leaving nothing left.
Taunting the man.
How he could not even stand.
Winter has won.
Don't worrie my son.
We will rise again.