Blue Norther

Blue Norther

 

It’s the first norther blowing in

And I am feeling fine

I love the gusts of the wind

And the temperature as it dives

 

I take my jacket from its storage

And make a pot of coffee

I see the squirrels as they play

In big trees swaying softly

 

The deer get frisky with each other

And enjoy the acorn food

Blown by the gusts of wind

As the norther front comes through

 

Flocks of geese fly with ease

Along with the changes

They honk as they proceed

Ahead to southern ranges

 

Coffee shops become a favorite

When the winter winds do blow

The hotter beverages become the savored

And warm us to the bone

 

After the front has come in

We burn our post oak wood

It warms our wind-burned noses some

And smells mighty good