26 December 2012
Wing howling Snow swirling Trees thrashing Skys darkening
There's a blizzard on it's way Right now it's only flurries But outside it's really gray Get inside; I have worries
White falling Green vanishing Houses moaning Water freezing
I can't see out the window The power is probably out There lays my untouched pillow As I nurse my growing doubt.
Dark lifting Snow stopping Sun shining Beauty coming
I tiptoe outside my home It is safe to go out now Here is where I start to roam So much beauty, I say "Wow..."
The Blizzard • Opuss № I