Rain rattles the windows
Wind sweeps the waves
The year is a leaping
February twenty-ninth
Spring is at the gate
Winter blows hard
March nearly upon us
But it will not be kind
White hills
Darkness falls
The thin moon
rides high above
the distant white hills
Darkness has fallen
A long road ahead
The only light
are the distant stars
Darkness not total
the white hills shimmer
under the new moon
on the far off horizon
An easterly breeze
with the bite of frost
the uncaring stars
twinkle way overhead
The way ahead
away from remaining light
towards far off morning
beyond the distant white hills
Nocturnal party
It's dark
nobody can see
bring in the clouds
keep in the warmth
The wind shepherds
the rain flies
dancing
in the lamplight
At the midnight hour
the wind
roars in the chimney
hows in every crack
The rain douses
once more
hammering
on the windows
Hark!
Dawn is breaking
Down you go wind
Away you go rain
It's light
all can see
the clouds are high
the wind has gone
Winterstorm
The wind was drawing lines
of streaming white
whistling at its work
at speed
The rain followed the ground
horizontally to the east
at breakneck
velocity
The sea rose up
high if not phenomenal
thundering
against the ancient rock
On the far western edge
we're on the frontline
where winter battles
for supremacy
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