Cold wet windy night
It’s a cold, wet, windy night tonight, a cold wet windy night. The Crow’s calls I hear moving through the black of night but with sight I see no Crow.
It’s a mean and menacing night tonight and I hear the groans of trees say it so. Rain beats down so very hard tonight as it competes with the winds and cold.
Glistening stone sits in the cold tonight beaten by wind and rain together and on their own. Dark sheen with shadows moving quickly out of sight as clouds pass by streetlight and the Moon.
It’s a cold, wet, windy night tonight and I’m glad to be at home. Driving tightly must be the way tonight as nature makes danger of and on the roads.
It’s a cold, wet, windy night tonight a night of rain, wind and cold. As I close my eyes to sleep tonight I know that the wind and rain can’t make me cold.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2024
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