When the Cold Air Blows
The sky is gray
Cloudy and cold
The trees stand bold
In the wind that blows
It whistles through cracks
And seams,
making everything
Dance in the path of its breeze
Keeping warm is a task at hand
For the cold air finds it's way in
You quiver and shiver in the cold still air
Staying warm is a challenge once again
You try and try but the cold air
Creeps its way in
Only to find yourself
Cold again.
David W. Carter
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