the winters wind needs a new home

a winter's wind is loud and cold,she shouts
speaking pushy words, circling confidently through the air
they walk the dreary pavements aching to be in their warm hole
whilst she craves a coat for her chilled skin

the winters wind has a bitter impact on those walking the dreary streets
everyone is tired, the wind is too much, she is echoeing energetically
making a statement, trying to tell words through her gusty manner
maybe she is speaking of discontent , unhappiness
a bitter cold is perhaps running through her veins

sad shame when nobody stops and ponders, wanders
the winds predicament is a cold one, winters chill has had her fill
being cold was not a choice, she wants out and craves for sunshine
a blanket , a duvet, all alone , the winters wind decides to move with all her might

loud , adamant and determined, a part of her spirit whistles its way inside doorways
everyone feels a sharp cold chill , a gasp , is there a sad spirit in my house
no answer, her ears ring with a sadness,  she feels the warmth ebbing from their aura's
a log fire is burning and sadness decides to flutter outside

she is now happy, having found her place inside
there is no need to be spiritually cold anymore, or to feel cold within her veins
she has found her place, inside a new glowing home