Last night a visit from Winter was paid.
A scene from December was replayed.
The howling storm lashed wall and pane.
This was the winter, in all but name.
The battering wind disturbed my sleep.
The recent sunshine, a memory to keep.
Out of nowhere, gales seethed and hissed.
As the angry weather clenched its fist.
The relentless rain was heavy and strong.
This was an April morning without song.