A Wonderland Was Made
Swiftly invading the blue-grey sky and giving birth to a chilling wind
by Janet L. Niehaus
Were clouds of fury, nimbostratus by name.
First the freezing rain and then the snow came. Footprints quickly camouflaged by snow as the wind circled and swirled around
Producing giant flakes in urgent flight.
I tarried not for home that night. Home gave way to moaning sounds and walls creaked in sheer dismay
As I hid under covers down filled and warm.
I fell asleep lulled by the storm. Morning came with sunlight in abundance sparkling brightly on trees and fields
Where ice had formed and stayed.
As I had slept a wonderland was made.