Winter's WarningWaiting for a glimpse or sign
Wondering if I've lost my mind.
Wandering fields of golden grass
Worrying heat that would not pass.
While the seasons slowly turning
Watching peats eternal burning.
Wishing frost to hit the moors
With waves of waters icy shores.
Westerly the skies stay blue
Whirls of summer colored hue.
Winding stronger ever still
Whispered winters coldest chill.
Where warmth ever on the rise
Wizend crops lie mortalized.
Whithered in the fevered heat
Weeping death and molded meat.
Wasted on the garden floor
Warning now there is no more.
Working harder at the till
Witness breaking of the will
When for naught has come to nill
Winter's coming for the kill.