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.