Grey turns to black as night time falls <br />Rain dances off the window as winter calls <br /> <br />Through misted glass I see far off light <br />There’s no one to venture into the night <br /> <br />The wind it howls and whistles beneath the door <br />Creaking and cracking noises heard from the floor <br /> <br />The trees they bend and sway in time <br />To the force of nature they try to rhyme <br /> <br />The crack of thunder makes the house shake <br />Move from the window good speed I make <br /> <br />And then an almighty flash of lightning speed <br />All hopes of challenging night time cede <br /> <br />As winter calls and storms they grow <br />The rain subsides and turns to snow <br /> <br />When morning breaks grey turns to white <br />The air is still and cold with no one in sight <br /> <br />The snow it’s stacked high against the door <br />It’s far too cold to go outside and explore <br /> <br />Light the fire and stack the fuel on high <br />Let the smoke build and rise high into sky <br /> <br />Sitting in front of a warm open fire <br />The thought of going out, there’s no desire <br /> <br />Hiding away from the ill wind of this storm <br />Waiting for good weather and night air to warm.<br /><br />Brian 'Peza' Perrins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-time-2/
