Winter's Coldest Wintery Wind. Poem by Michael Gale

It is cold-It is cold this winter's wind...
It chills me to the thinnest bone.

It makes me ever so lonely lone...
Fall leaves fall and flutter so fast.

When'st will it ever end this madnessed wind? ...
T'will madness end this madnessed wind?

T'will'st this coldness end and rescind? ...
Northern most wind whips and wraps it's most deadly cold.

T'will i live to be olden old? ...
Will i ever be known as warmly bold?

Snow flakes jump and dance in the wind...
Wind currents send to winter's edge.

A most coldest sell to sold out tales...
Ripples of chills sent down to spine's coldest feelings.

Abrupt endings to coldest endings...
Last winter's sent frost's winter blessings.

Ice sickles hang fro' house eave's ledge...
Forever be gone that wind's most sharpest one edge.

Painful fury of coldest days unveiled...
Snow bank's highest mounts as snow fresh fallen and never
ended and failed.

Snowman with eyes of coal and a nose of a carrot...
Snow angels carved like a vulture's bald parrot.

Ice skating and fishing on a pond of ice...
Can be real sad or to others may be happly real nice.

Snow drifts piled heavely upon inches in heighth...
Winter has given us it's most ferociouse blight white.