I would not dare step out in the storm.

Snow coats the trees, ice coats over the ground.

Cold winds rush by, winds that wreck my form,

Leaving a sense of emptiness, snow all around.


Won’t leave the house or even go outdoors,

The storm will sweep me off my frozen feet.

Out in the mess would bring nothing more,

A freezing place to stand and then to weep.


The gloomy skies, the dark filling the air,

Even the sun can’t seem to shine all through

The polar winds are so very unfair

I watch from my window, feeling so blue.


So I will stay inside, where it is warm,

Where the winter winds can’t leave me so torn.

​By Bella Durham

​Snow Around