CAUGHT IN A WINTER STORM
The wind!
It cuts through bone
and marrow showing no mercy.
It whips the woollen scarf
and pummels the coat pulled close and taut
Slashes of snow
and sleet feel like
shards of glass piercing the skin.
Cold fingers are brittle and numb.
Relentless in its determination
to halt my progress,
the blowing snow becomes
a frigid foe.
Stumbling, falling, gasping;
sometimes crawling.
Exhausted
Gasping for air
The snow still blinds.
Through watering eyes
and eyelids of ice
a light can be seen…
a voice
a hand
At last –
blissful warmth
a welcome hearth
warm tea melting
my frosty insides.
Wendy Bryce
