Master of Winter-A poem by Linda Lieu

Wind slapping my hair back into my face,
cheeks numb,
and fingers barely moving,
trying to walk further,
but the wind nearly knock me over.
It hisses at me,
like a waiting beast.

The wind tonight is consuming me,
you,
everyone,
yet they say the power of a man is the most powerful thing that ever existed.
Wobbling,
stumbling,
falling,
hits the ground,
unable to get up.

No one can fight this wind.
They say mankind is strong,
but nature is stronger.

-Linda Lieu