Arctic Blast Poem by Valerie Dohren

Arctic Blast

Bitter now be the wind that blows
Frozen fingers and frozen toes
Cold is the air that skims our face
With frost on grass like feathered lace

Each breath exhaled as icy mist
So friends with chilly lips are kissed
The temperature is dropping down
All is draped in a snowy gown

Locks are stuck and cars won't start
The mercury now off the chart
Oh down and further down to go
So soon it will be sub-zero

It's Jumpers, scarves and woolly socks
With no more blouses, shorts or frocks
Boots and gloves are our new attire
Hot drinks and soup our one desire

It's cold, so cold, and colder still
To freeze our nose this winter chill
Thermometers are falling fast
As here it comes, an arctic blast