Winter is Coming (poem)

Winter is coming; it's starting to snow. The colors are falling and the grass will not grow. The sky is not blue, but painted with gray. The birds are not singing, but flying away. The waves on the coast look ferociously fierce As they pummel the breakwall with each pounding pierce. The cold air will bite if you stop to stand still; This harsh winter weather has potential to kill. The sky is now roaring …

…but flying away. The waves on the coast look ferociously fierce As they pummel the breakwall with each pounding pierce. The cold air will bite if you stop to stand still; This harsh winter weather has potential to kill. The sky is now roaring and hailing a shower, While letting loose winds at ninty miles per hour. I strongly suggest that you stay from the lake Less you are foolish, for life youÕll forsake.