howling, growling,
swiftly swirling
pouring rains and
vicious snows
drivers heed the
need for speed
and wary corners end
in ditches
ice bonds to the
roads at least
as wicked winds lick
slushy lanes
hurried traffic ends
up buried
mysteries, the
depths remain
inside our glass
dome, we huddle
warm, watching
through the windows
knowing the
impending danger
to those who venture
out and about
strange weather,
harsh winter
longing for the
summer days
slick roads, icy
walks, bellowing gale,
beware the winds of
winter
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