Weather Predicts More Snow

Black dense clouds come rolling in

Logs begin to burn again

Smoke-filled air sits heavy here

Winter’s window reappears

Darkness sets upon this land

Covered up with God’s great hand.

Daytime seems as if its night

Ravens are the birds of flight

Even rivers will not flow

Where did all the creatures go?

Stillness is what you will feel

Almost seems like it’s not real

Coldness takes your breath away

Stay in side the papers say

Icicles hang all about

Only snowflakes dare come out

Temperatures hang way to low

Weatherman predicts MORE snow!