Her stealth brings her unnoticed.
Whispering around the corners
Of barns, smokehouses
And cabins with secrets
Of snow and frost.
Yet she will pour her anger out
Her fury will beat down
On house and home.
Her anger will pile up
With the snow drifting
Along the fence rows.
1 comment:
She's on the way! I'm waiting for the first snow myself. Love winter.
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