Winter's Icy Grip

The house sits quiet, stunned into silence. Whiteness, shone forth like a blinding ray. Rareness, for a Southern day. The coldness doth come. On occasions so rare Never lingering Evaporated Gone into thin air Beautiful to some, the perfect colored balls Shivering, Suspended Frozen in time Where is the warmth, Where is the breeze It's pretty, we know But we're beginning to freeze Southern snowfall, unusual to see Unusual still, to stay past day three Ol' man winter, please take a trip Loosen, your hold, and release your icy grip.