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
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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