A Winter Storm Speaks

I am a furious force you dare not reckon with when I am at my peak! Assassin of startled vegetation, I attack with no mercy or compassion. Limbs of trees – laden with snowfall that I bring - snap off as easily as heads of dolls in the hands of a psychotic child. Such is the magnitude of my strength at the mere exhalation of my frigid blustering breath. I roar and I rush, and in my path of blinding white, some on foot have lost their way - later to be discovered (if found at all) frozen like human popsicles, some yet to even thaw. Most vehicles on highways have no chance with me. Zig-zagging off roads, they land in snowdrifts. Tires spin uselessly, and for a time, these machines of great convenience are temporarily doomed as their occupants shiver from cold and fear. At my zenith, I howl and I rant relentlessly. Pray that should you meet me that you are not too far from any buildings. Pray too that if you should cross my path that you will not be stuck upon a mountain. There is where I reign supreme, shrouding frozen creeks, pines and rocks of cliffs with my snowy showy glory. Dec. 29, 2022 for the "Winter Storm" Poetry Contest of Kim Rodrigues