by Loren Horton
Here it comes
Wind
Whipping out of the north
Penetrating coats
Making ears tingle
Gone-that mild fall
Suddenly its cold
Snow
Is never far behind
Once leaves have fallen
And geese have flown south
Here comes snow
Mixed with ice
Threat to life and limb
Cars skid and slide
Pedestrians slip and tumble
All part of life
In Iowa winter
