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Winter time, a time to hibernate away from the cold and wet weather.


Submitted:Mar 12, 2008    Reads: 119    Comments: 8    Likes: 4   


Grey turns to black as night time falls
Rain dances off the window as winter calls
Through misted glass I see far off light
There's no one to venture into the night
The wind it howls and whistles beneath the door
Creakingand cracking noises heard from the floor
The trees they bend and sway in time
To the force of nature they try to rhyme
The crack of thunder makes the house shake
Move from the window good speed I make
And then an almighty flash of lightning speed
All hopes of challenging night time cede
As winter calls and storms they grow
The rain subsides and turns to snow
When morning breaks grey turns to white
The air is still and cold with no one in sight
The snow it's stacked high against the door
It's far too cold to go outside and explore
Light the fire and stack the fuel on high
Let the smoke build and rise high into sky
Sitting in front of a warm open fire
The thought of going out, there's no desire
Hiding away from the ill wind of this storm
Waiting for good weather and night air to warm.




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