A Misty Winter Morning

The harsh winter with the bleak hope Lashing the houses with cold winds, Hidden in mist, fog, chill and frost, The sun struggling to come out And the gossamers wet with dews. The pathways still not visible, I cannot see what it lies ahead, Dare not step outside Marking the frost and chill in the air, The cold and harsh wind lashing. The chill in the air, The wind blowing hard, People with wrappers and blankets Yet to beat the coldest winter days, When the sun lies it hidden. The ruffle is in the air, The leaves rustling a little, The mist encompassing around Everything but chilled and frosty. I daring to open the window And on marking it outside, the chill in the air, the misty stillness, The wind blowing, leaves rustling by, Close it in As to stay indoors.