Nothing like Warmth

Written by: Phyllis Babcock

 The storm blew in with a gale force strength
 It whirled and swirled winters snow 
 The temperature started to plunge
 And ice crystals could be seen in the air
 The cold chilled right down to the bone
 Shaking the warmth from the very soul
  Flesh would freeze in minutes if exposed
  The fingers become so numb and blue
 You try to find warmth within your breath
 Only it seems the lungs are protesting too
 The mouth starts to chatter and lips turn blue
 At this point you head indoors for warmth
 As the heat hits your fingers it feels prickly 
 The lungs recover fast and the color returns
 The storm blew in with a gale force
 Time to find a bed of warmth.