A harsh wind howls 'cross the land,
upon a dark,dreary December day,
dark ominous clouds rule the morning skies,
soon the chilled land shall be covered in white,
for the hint of snow is in the clouds,
the hearts of children 'cross the land fill with glee,
anticipation rules their day,
as of a winter wonderland they dream.
This is one of my early poems.I hope that you enjoyed it.