The distant sun sinks fast away
Its feeble warmth fades with its rays
And the wind blows hard and cold
Behind the mountains in the west
As if it needs a place to rest
The sun has done its very best
But the wind blows hard and cold
The brightest stars begin to show
The sky has lost its sunset glow
The waxing crescent moon hangs low
As the wind blows hard and cold.
Across these open fields it streams
The very land shivers it seems
Through the grass and weeds it screams
The wind blows hard and cold.
I tuck my chin within my coat
Squint my eyes and clear my throat.
I hear it howl its lonesome note
As the wind blows hard and cold
The winter night does bite and scold
Darkness has finally taken hold
I should hate winter I am told
But the wind has touched my soul.
(c) January 6, 2025
James L Frady
