The Winter Winds Howl
A Poem
The winter wind howls its final song, As snowflakes dance and twirl along. The old man shivers in the cold, His coat now missing its last button, old.
The migrating birds cry out in flight, Their journey taking them out of sight. Leaving behind the frozen ground, Where snow and ice still linger around.
The trees stand bare and shivering, Their branches creaking, quivering. The endless winter seems to never end, But soon spring will break its icy bend.
Until then, we must endure, The bitter cold, the frost, the lure. For in the end, the snow will melt, And warmth will come, we’ll feel it felt.
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