WINTER WIND

I wrap myself around a house,
And creep under the doors,
I chill a person to the bone,
I am winter wind.

I make leaves flutter down the road,
They dance and prance in merriment,
I whirl and swirl in silent laughter,
Then carry on my way.

An open window of a house,
I slowly creep inside,
Creating havoc with the curtains,
Swooping down the stairs.

A person walking down the road,
Umbrella in their hand,
I blow and turn it inside out,
Then fly back to the clouds.

Being Wind is so much fun,
Blowing people's hats off,
But in a while when it's time,
I leave my blustery ways, fade away and die.

Isobel Marshall