The Dead of Winter
In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel
The wind bites the cheeks as it whistles around the corner
The ice crystals sting the eye like a desert sand storm
Only to blind you with it's forceful gusts
The land becomes colorless filled with white
In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel
The trees become stripped of their leaves
And the wind howls through the branches
As the wind swirls and twirls
It freezes everything in sight
In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel
As sheer ice covers the landscape
The snow drifts begin to pile
looking like dunes of desert sand
The roads start to become impassable
In the dead of winter Mother nature is callous and cruel
In the dead of winter Mother nature is callous and cruel
The ponds and rivers freeze to solid ice
Snow storms hit with a powerful vengeance
Blinding everything in it's snowy path.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2009
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