Blizzard Coming

Dark clouds portended the blizzard coming Out of the west, ‘tis the perfect time of the year Crops are harvested, the northern chill is numbing. Whistling sounds of the sharp winds we hear Surrounding our house with an eerie, ungodly siren Out of the west, ‘tis the perfect time of the year Inside, the family is seemingly snug and serene Lest the snow piles up high and banks against the door Surrounding our house with an eerie, ungodly siren We have experienced this feeling many times before When our hearts beat rapidly while our minds reconsider Lest the snow pile up high and bank against the door Sheltered against the anticipated cold so bitter Creatures awaiting the remembered Arctic blast When our hearts beat rapidly while our minds reconsider Then, suddenly, the latch on the door pulls fast Dark clouds portended the blizzard coming When our hearts beat rapidly while our minds reconsider Crops are harvested, the northern chill is numbing. Written January 24, 2021 Submitted to Heart Universes Contest Sponsored by Regina McIntosh