The wind has been blowing.
It takes the snow with it, causing a constant snow storm.
The snow drifts in roadways and driveways, making Northern Maine look like a white desert.
The wind has been blowing.
It rattles the windows and doors
And rearranges the items on my porch.
The wind has been blowing.
It seeps in under my coat and scarf, stealing all warmth.
It freezes my contact lenses, making halos around lights.
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