My Winter White
A thousand voices sing in the wind,
and like snowflakes falling no two are twinned
They bluster, they hum; it's a haunting jive,
buzzing, swarming like frantic bees at hive.
Tall trees becomes a raggle taggle trend,
haphazardly unharmonized, they bend.
Cold drafts whisk through the eaves and sneak inside.
there's no place to run, there's no place to hide.
When winter winds blow and temperatures fall,
and an icy pall accompanies it all,
by the fire I watch with fascination
pining, wishing for a beach vacation.
Just For The Love Of It PHRASE Challenge
Required phrase when winter winds blow
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