Wind & Ice
Towering above me
they bend and grope
with evil malice
they swoop upwards again
with an arrogant toss of their heads
as I stare up transfixed,
their fury increases
and bending again,
they reach their cold, icy arms
to grasp and carry me upwards, upwards
and hurl me cold, alone and aching
into their icy green midst
I am riveted by the danger they pose.
My welcoming haven
has turned into a reeling cauldron of fury.