There are odd feelings
On the wind
Today.
Anticipation.
A primitive wariness.
Fearful excitement
There’s a storm coming
Soon enough those feelings will
Start flittering down
From the sky as
Frozen flakes of snow.
Hour after hour
Drifting and blowing
Covering the world
In white.
Dancing between raindrops
Splashing in puddles
Water in between
My toes.
Spinning and twirling
To the rhythm of
The storm.
The raging power of the storm
Has stolen the electricity
From our little corner
Of the world.
The candlelight in the room
Fights to conquer the darkness.
All around me the
Night feels like
It is closing in.
The house that I’ve
Grown up in
Feels foreboding
And huddling near
This flickering light
I wait for dawn to come.