DARK WINTERS NIGHT
What a night,
The rain pelted the windows,
The sound heavier
As the hours progressed,
In the black of night,
The storm persisted,
Heightening as the minutes ticked by,
Lashing everything in sight,
Then it reached torrential like,
Powerful and noisy,
And ever so wet,
Lashing its power against the window panes,
Busy fog horns,
Endlessly sounded warnings for those at sea,
As the wind and rain consolidated their power,
And chased each other around and around,
The night air thick with fog,
Nothing visible for the eye to see,
Except the fog and rain,
But the ear could hear what the eye did not see,
The sound of the rain’s power,
The danger the fog horns story told,
Oh to be cozy in bed
On a Dark Winter’s Night.
Margaret Fearn
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To open it and not be able to put it down,
To love some of the characters
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Lost in the misty September morning I sat there,
Content just to be there
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