THE WINTER WIND

 
                The winter winds are a blowing
                And it cuts right to the bone
                Can't you hear it in the trees
                How it whistles and it moans?

                Its almost like it's come alive
                Changing directions on a whim
                Making walking an adventure
                As your hand's upon your brim

                Sometimes it pushes cold rain
                Makes you glad that you're at home
                Comfortable, a roaring fire
                Hot chocolate, wrap, and tome

                Or on a drifted, snowy road
                Struggling hard to get through
                Wind blown snow swirls about
                Distorting your path and view

                But the best place of all to be
                Warm bed, turning out the light
                Windblown windows rattling
                Bids you a very safe "good night"