Winter Banshee

Winter wind is a banshee,
Shrieking, wailing through the trees.
Shaking them with all her might…
Hoping to enjoy the fight.

Winter cold will shivers spill,
Spreading his own icy chill…
Hanging daggers made of ice,
Never even thinking twice.

Winter storm will build and brew,
Sending clouds to get his due.
Run and hide from his dark threat…
By and by, he’ll get you yet.

cathy