Poetry

One December Night (#30)

It happened one late December night,
The wind was blowing with all its might,
The winds began to howl,
The air had the tint of foul,
Something was going to happen,

It happened one late December night,
The wind was blowing with all its might,
The ground was turning ghostly white,
The mountain tops were growing out of sight,
The moon was shining all so bright,
Something was going to happen,

It happened one late December night,
The wind was blowing with all its might,
The mountain’s white painted ground,
Every ditch gained inch by inch,
Something was going to happen,

The morning sun woke,
And the ground was the color of white and smoke.

Any Thoughts?

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