When the Cold Air Blows

The sky is gray Cloudy and cold The trees stand bold In the wind that blows It whistles through cracks And seams, making everything Dance in the path of its breeze Keeping warm is a task at hand For the cold air finds it's way in You quiver and shiver in the cold still air Staying warm is a challenge once again You try and try but the cold air Creeps its way in Only to find yourself Cold again. David W. Carter