Winter wind

She's the ever changing winter wind,

A gust of clean, crisp air,

Roaring through the living room

And tousling up your hair.

She whistles through the doorways,

As she sails right down the hall,

Dancing through the golden leaves

That mark the end of fall.

But like the frozen winter wind,

She bends to no one's will;

Some days she is a hurricane,

And other days she's still.

There are moments when her laughter

Could give flight to paper planes,

But her silence can convince you

Trees will never sway again.

She'll push the clouds out of the sky

And stir the wildest seas,

No matter how you know her,

You cannot predict her breeze.

There are days when you'll feel foolish

For the scarf wrapped round your throat,

But with her there is no knowing

When you ought to wear a coat.