Grey Old Men of the North

Grey clouds crept in like old men White beards puffed and swollen The wind at first came in whispers Then cooled and fought like sisters About the air all sharp and raw Lashed the cheek with taloned claw And along these tree lined halls The clouds cough and snow it falls And in no time all was bright As if the artist had spilt his white Tottering knee deep in cotton wool On virgin ground my footsteps pull Now eased and clouds withdrawn From natures rage peace is born The pitter patter of melting snow The sun its flexing muscles show Life proceeds amidst the glow As nature loves all will grow All was there then all was gone My dogs and I we walked as one Yet vivid thoughts still remain When from the north the old men came Showed their might and staked their claim