Winter up on high

The unwelcome howl
Of February’s wind
Amplified by the city’s
Towering skyline

The skin reels
Tugs the blankets tight
The chill wind is outside
Its harsh sound penetrates within

The brain moderates
And forces the body
Out of its nocturnal cocoon
To be exposed

The whipped wind plays tricks
On our fearful senses
It’s cold on the ground
But sounds colder it’s the sky

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