The Coming Storm

Observations of a winter storm moving in.

A ragged breath tears at my skin;
I feel a shudder deep within.

Grey skies around me, no sunlight
as if I'm trapped 'tween day and night!


No grass of green, no flowers bright,
a barren landscape fills my sight.

There's no escape, no way to win,
when morning breaks, I'll be snowed in!