Okay, so the wind outside tonight is actually more of a howl. 60 mph gust, I reckon? That’s if you believe the weather man on TV. It’s only Novemeber but we’re expecting snow, again, and supposedly blizzard like conditions due to the wind. Should be a fun commute in the morning …
Spectral hands drift across this arid land
searching for what forever more is nothing but a dream
of days long gone filled with song of sun and azure skies.
Frigid winds whip like waves of a turbulent sea
swallowing up the last remains of summer’s glee
leaving the wreckage of our revelry
on an ice-choked shore where no mortal man dares to be.
Billowing drifts and intricate ice crystals draped over every branch like lace
lakes frozen reflecting like a looking-glass
snow-capped peaks jagged and ominous
like lumbering beasts of antediluvian days
while men cower under their blankets dreaming of warmer times.