Winter Front


A biting gale
Cuts through skin and bone
A low wail
That fills air and woods

Tree tops dance
Within that wind
As wave break white
Upon a nearby lake

The sun grows dim
As a wall of clouds
Black and gray
March across the sky above

A roll of darkness
That blocks out the horizon
Silent save for the howl
A single cloud that moves

Light vanishes
As the silent mass
Cuts covers the sky
From horizon to horizon

The wind now roars
As light fails
Leaves scatter through the sky
As night comes early

I stand below the
Heaven’s wrath
A smile upon my face
As I watch my King’s artwork

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