The Icy Hand of Winter
The Icy Hand of Winter
By Elton Camp
Outside my window it appeared
Cold, lifeless, yet to be feared
Its fingers stiff and oddly bent
Able to carry out its evil intent
Inside my house is toasty warm
Outside rages a violent storm
Should my safe cocoon disappear
“You’re in my power,” it’d sneer
“My fingers around your throat so tight
And you’ll never see morning’s light”
It’s only an icicle of odd shape
That from the eave does drape
Nature’s power it represents
Thus, man’s arrogance prevents
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