Katie Stoker - Winters

Winters days are gray <br />And cold in their way. <br />A mystery Mist <br />Swirls gently with a twist <br />Threading its way <br />Threw the shadows of day <br />Winter is no longer kept at bay. <br /> <br />Winters winds whistle <br />And bend a dying thistle. <br />Clouds of grey race <br />As they chase <br />Across the winter scene <br />Winter is cold and mean <br />As can be seen. <br /> <br />By K. J. Stoker<br /><br />Katie Stoker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winters-2/