North Wind Poem by Juan Olivarez

North Wind



Cold on my face,
North wind in my hair.
I can feel it's embrace,
As I step from my lair.

Crisp and pure,
I love it's caress.
Winter has the lure,
For me I must confess.

On a drizzly morning,
To amble down the lane.
Enjoying the sting,
Of cold gentle rain.

11/26/10 Alton Texas

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