Winter is Coming

Pink sky in morning
Warning me
Of the oncoming storm

My hatches are battened,
All but one
Waiting for him to come home

All lies still
On our quiet hillside
And still I listen with all my will

For the howling banshees I know
Of wind and spirit that go fleeing
Before the tsunami of snow

Soon to curl up under its robe of white,
To sleep in the spotless night:
A promise fulfilled in plain sight.

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