Friday night a storm started blowing in
The moon once clear, but with a halo, became fuzzy with clouds
By morning we were in a series of storms
The clouds grey and vaporous, dark and wraithlike
The wind pushing them along in a haunting song of winter’s lullaby
The wind was so sharp and cold it could peel your skin
All around the storm’s outriders turned the world to grey and then white
The wind howled and the rain fell flat and stinging
But by evening the lashing storm had spent itself, moving onward to other parts of the land
The clouds turned to gold and the air filled with sunshine.
Although, we are cold today…the day is beautiful; singing a much different song then yesterday!
From my heart to your world,