Winter Wind

I can hear it outside my window
Its force can be felt from beyond the glass pane
A burst of pressure, along with a howl
Like the distant whistle of a freight train
Along with it comes the bitter cold
Sub zero temperatures
Bone chilling cold
It’s the cold that dons the cloak of danger
The cold that sucks out life, destroying any incidence of living
It stings
It bites
It burns
Its immensity can be felt in the breath of the wind
As if warning everyone that it has arrived
And that the land is now its land
It has no sorrow for the pain it inflicts
No one is safe
Neither you or I, or the fur of the field
It has no pity
It does not discriminate
If there is life then it is the enemy
No remorse
Boldly spreading across the land
Yes, it is here
I can hear it outside my window

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