The North Wind

The North Wind The North wind is released it’s his time again He shows off his power and reaches out to men. It’s his season now, the winter is here. The north wind doth blow and puts us in fear. He reaches every dark nook, and every cranny His fingertips press everywhere it really is uncanny. His icicle fingers touch at our nose, He never forgets our fingers and toes. We have layers on we think to keep him at bay But he penetrates through as though he stripped them away. He blows and he whistles down chimneys everywhere. His season is in and he wants us to share, His power his fury at being held back all year. He showing what he’s made of, and what we must fear. He lays his icy kiss on each and everything Making it cold, so cold, and he will rule till spring. Then the battle for the North wind will really start As East West and South wind start taking part They will battle on, each gaining some ground Until the north wind recedes and goes back to ground.