WINTERS FURY

 

The wind howled around the house

And whistled through the trees

Bringing snow in blizzards

The strong winds across the rooftops

Whipped up the loose grains

And chased them like white ribbon

Across the grey slate

It wasn’t pretty snow

Nor did it present a pretty scene

Not at all picturesque

Or picture postcard

Snow was blown in horizontally

With great ferocity

And as I drew the drapes

It spattered the casement windows

I shivered and thanked God

I was safely home