The Cold Winds Blow

It's as if before you know winter has taken the great landscapes a snow too much for mankind preparations but we are not to be driven to our confines despite, the masses bundled warm speed slowed trek outings to their respective loves even though the cold winds blow in renewed crisp air the certain thrive, there's no wonder He can't give shape to so infallible in shifting winds is the heart unfelt by anything other than currents of warmth without looking back and thinking how lucky we were, we put the rush on something beautiful but here and now is a short lived blessing left are many to confess they are chilled by the cold and harried at journeys end, all for survival of endless friendship even though the cold winds blow in renewed crisp air the certain thrive, there's no wonder He can't give shape to so infallible in shifting winds is the heart unfelt by anything other than currents of warmth when autumn leaves scurry sidewalks again there will be delight in the ensuing freeze even though the cold winds blew, remnants of possibilities remain awake that kind of magic happening for so few, springs to life anew.