A Windy Winter: A Poem
The wind whispers and whistles,
Wafting pleasant aromas through the midnight garden,
The silvery moon watches over the scene below,
Putting a glowing spotlight on the wintry woods,
Bleak and bare, the trees stand as a high-walled fortress,
Guarding the garden full of frosted grass,
Waiting for springtime blooms when the warmth returns.