Upswing

Cold enough to freeze the air the wind it blows the breeze so fair reaching up to take a hold to control my hair shivering underneath so many layers eyes glaze over with an icy  glare winter is on the ups and has not ceased to rise  the meteorologist does not apologize for telling weathered lies far as they know the Sun will shine and when it does the rain does not complain about the shift change but don't you find this kind of weather to be somewhat stranger than usual we are called to be more visual we know we are at the end of this thing when men can cause it to rain clouds to roll in tornadoes twirling all this swirling is worldly because we are the world aren't we