Outside

The tress wave in the cool north wind
owls hoot as dust draws in
The dark of night due to the drawn in nights
Creek my bones with no delight.

The rain drop fall from th leaves
the cooling wind it does freeze
Broken branches on the floor
From past winter storms.

I long for winter to come and pass
Bring fresh energy to all around
The dismal day i curse and blast. return this winter to the past.