In the darkness they sing soulfully
They howl as if a mourner's wail
Looking, lurking for some lost cause
Perhaps the child of spring far off
The cracks leak, and edges vibe
They impede but do not stop
The blisters of cold sifting through
Its rattles and whistles seeming
Chimes they clang loudly, chaotically
A cacophony of strife all about
There is a front of change near
That brings bitter chill to everything
A thunderous low roar builds up
It is a charging force surmounting
That will find devastation came
Come the morning and the sun
Creep deeply into the blankets
Perhaps totally cocooned away
To buffer the breezes boreal
Its fingers finding every corner
Something unsettling in turmoil
Certainty tested by nature's trial
Winter winds whip the folds so
So little there is to keep it stayed