A white blanket of frost laid down, to soon
Last day we were plucking peaches from trees
It came like a lurking black wolf, full moon
The shade of pale spreads like wild fire, high breeze.
Inside we are cozy with heat, now safe
Watching the flames rise up scaring the night
High winds blow hard, a knock come to, I strafe
Not to go out the doors, white hazeful bite.
Tis the time of the white dragon, up high
Breathing frost down to all people chosen
We cannot wait for this to end, stand bye
Arctic waves of bright blue have been frozen.
A rough season, white heat given away,
Yet in the midst there goes a white Blue Jay.