Winters Calling
By Freya Anastasia Hatfield
The wind is howling, its blast is icy
cold daggers hit with a winter chill.
It’s dark mornings and cold nights
they creep in so silent yet have a sharp bite
this is the winter calling and the endless nights.
The moon is bright, the night sky is crisp,
the only lights needed, are thousands of miles away
twinkling shining stars, scattered throughout the night sky.
Trees blow in a gentle night breeze now that the night dwellers have left,
the water is calm as it’s inhabitants sleep beneath the unbroken surface.
snow settles for some, and others it’s a mere dream that never comes,
rainfalls for most, some places it floods some it’s a thankful reprieve.
the sun still shines, but the air is crisper and colder than in its sister months
this is the winter calling and the biter months to come.
Trees lose their leaves, the branches standing bare
birds that ones housed there escape migrating to a warmer climate.
Branches cover with frost, turning into glass as they glisten in the suns rays.
Leaves turn red and brown as they lay on the ground,
they turn crisp in the winter air, they crunch beneath unsuspecting feet.
It only lasts for three months a year, yet can feel so much longer.
Animals hibernate, some are more awake,
it makes us wrap up warm, it’s more cozy days indoors.
Movie days, game days, more days spent inside as the bitterness thrives
it’s icy, it’s chilly, it cuts through your clothes,
this is the winter calling.
