Mr. North Wind peeked in my house today.
Pursed lips whistled sweetly as he creeped in to stay.

Invisible hands invaded my closed bedroom door.
Quickly he chilled the rustic floor.

He tickled my toes with his chilly breath as I pulled my covers tight.
My heated body quivered as his coolness searches for a place to light.

I no longer felt very snug under my quilt in my bed.
As my strong teeth chattered from the iciness that had been bred.

My frozen feet stumbled to my chest of drawers for a pair of socks.
Each solitary step sent my whole body the torture of cold shocks.

I picked up my blue denim overalls from my easy chair.
From the closet, a red flannel shirt was selected with the greatest care.

My black work boots were wiped with a rag till they shone.
While Mr. North Wind whistled an eerie moan.

After I dressed he nipped my frozen fingers with his snappy bite.
The heartless wind caused me to shudder which isn't right.

In haste, I hurried to the kitchen where kindling was placed on a much-needed fire.
It forced the frigidity Mr. North Wind to admit defeat and retire.

The glacial feeling was slowly pushed out under the greatest duress.
After the warm fire chased away the cold; I continued to dress.

 

The north wind creeps in the crack under the door.
Quickly it chills the rustic floor.

Sharp icy fingers clutch at anything in its way.
The penetrating blast of cold air is in the room to stay.

A warm blast of heat sends the criminal to another place.
When the brick fireplace's flame starts it's pace.

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