Wind howls through windows
House groans as gusts test its strength
Sleepless night again
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Wind howls through windows
House groans as gusts test its strength
Sleepless night again
The wind blows over the frozen streets,
The ice pellets raining down in sheets.
The dark before dawn broken by the street lights,
The howl of the wind as it cuts and it bites.
I stoke the ashes and watch the flames grow,
I hold my coffee tight and glare out the window.