The Winter Storm

It finally came down on that grey sombre day, Like a raging dragon breathing a tsunami of ice and snow, The wind violently thrashing against the torrents of blazing alabaster, In retaliation to the combative clouds, releasing rapturous hails of bleached ammunition The bare trees skeletal frames tortured by frost, Burning deeply into their wounded limbs, Landscapes buried deep, beneath undyed shrouds of uneven flurries, Wildlife hibernation, human incarceration – became one A continuous colourless cold stone sarcophagus, Conceals the bruise of life and possessions, An aftermath of paralysis and deafening silence, Overwhelms the awe of beauty and perfection No living creature utters a minor chord, Only the icicle daggers piercing their hearts, The habitats shiver with a plethora of cold and dread, And plead to the thaw for seasonal absolution Date: 30/12/22 Winter Storm Imagism Poetry Contest Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues