Winter Storm

The wind roars like a lion As a sheet of snow, blows on by Dusting of white sticks to windows The weighed down bushes tip over Outside, there is a brewing war I walk, bting wind on my face, By the snowbanks climbing higher I hear loud scraping of plows The tree branches crack like gunshots Suddenly, blinded by white-out All the animals have hidden Parked cars are buried, pillowed mounds No time to keep up with shoveling The storm is whipping nature Then it slows, miraculous ways Change tames wind all around Smoke now seen from.the tall chimneys Light breaks through and the war is won 12/26/22 Entry for the winter storm contest. Sponsor : Kim Rodrigues