Winter Wind

 

I watch the end of this winter day

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