A Midnight Winter Snow

The ground so bare, dead leaves on the ground.
No trace of snow was able to be found.
No frost, no ice.
No snow on the ground,
Maybe a white Christmas won't come around.

Then a soft little howl and a soft little sound,
filled the air as the snow drifted down.
The clock rang twelve and Christmas came.
A white Christmas full of snow, not frozen rain.  

Wind

I speak to you through calm wind,

down the winding path I blow.

The beautiful sky and the trees below.

A soft, spicy chill on the necks of the children.

Born to this world that was meant to be lived in.

Carrying the birds as they glide down the hill.

Soft little whispers and whistles so still.