Winter's Mighty Power. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The cold bites hard, a chilling sting,
Minus twenty, winter's thing.
The car sits still, a frozen lump,
No engine cough, no hopeful jump.

Battery dead, a silent plea,
Stranded here, just you and me.
The road ahead, a distant dream,
Lost in winter's icy gleam.

We turn the key, a hopeless try,
Just clicks and groans, a mournful sigh.
No engine wakes, no hopeful hum,
Just icy silence, cold and numb.

We're stuck right home, nowhere to go,
The wind howls fierce, a chilling blow.
No use to fight, no use to fret,
Nature's power we sure have met.

We pull our coats tight, face the air,
This frozen trial, we have to bear.
Bite the bullet, strong and brave,
Wait for the thaw, stay home and save.

No use to fight, no need to fret,
The frozen grip we can't forget.
Nature's power, cold and deep,
A bitter pill, we have to keep.

So just breathe it in, this frigid air,
Accept the fate, the silent prayer
Wait for warmth, a hopeful sign,
Sit down, relax, and just recline.

T.M.Solvang