SONNET 77 HORRORS OF WINTER
The horror of blowing winds, icy cold,
That cuts and stings hard, never pity show
To those who have to walk in the white snow,
Not even to those who are weak and old.
Listen to the howling, it sounds so bold
For it’s own powerful strength it does know,
No fear, no mercy will stop that winds blow,
It makes cold colder, wind nothing can hold,
Night lasts forever in winter’s dark fold,
This time of year winter’s everyone’s foe,
When storms rage on and out we have to go,
Cold as death, it has all in it’s firm hold.
        Listen to that wind as it howls and screams
        It is worse than any nightmare or bad dreams.

M Ann Margetson February 17, 2002