The Dirigible Balloon
Poetry for Children

Winter's Wind

It speaks of cosy blankets
And hot chocolate in heavy mugs
The cooling wind brings whispers
Of ice and snow and cold

It chatters of the winter
Racing to our door
It shakes the trees as it passes
Until the leaves are no more

It brings the icy rain
That pushes us inside
It steals our very breath from us
As we rush to get home

It whistles round
And howls down the chimney
Of our cosy house
Fanning the flames of our fire

We are safe and warm inside
It can roar and rage
Winter's wind can't reach us here
There is peace inside these walls

About the Writer

Laura Fowler

Laura is a 36 year old mother of two who lives with her partner and their children in King's Lynn Norfolk. She has been writing since she was a child but only recently started submitting her work for publication. She has had a flash fiction published in the horror anthology 206 Bones from Bag of Bones Press, a poem published in Lavender Lime Literary magazine and had a poem chosen for the Jo Cox memorial poetry fest.