Winter wind your chill voice calls
I hear the echoes through the halls
They wail and blow and heave and sigh
What will be autumns short reply ?
This season new bursts on the scene
Assuring us much to be gleaned,
Spine tingling cold and freezing rain
Historic storms without restrain.
Undaunted now I cannot wait
As day and night participate
The wind blows wild as snowflakes fall
Soon ice and snow will bury all !
Claire V. Bogdanos 