Ice Beast
Winter is an ice beast:
It rants and roars,
Sucks up warmth into its pores.
It feeds on winds from arctic shores,
Its ice-breath batters windows, rattles doors.
It feasts on sniffles, coughs and sneezes
And if seems as if it never, ever wants to leave us.
It rants and roars,
Sucks up warmth into its pores.
It feeds on winds from arctic shores,
Its ice-breath batters windows, rattles doors.
It feasts on sniffles, coughs and sneezes
And if seems as if it never, ever wants to leave us.
This poem is copyright (©) Bill Nagelkerke 2026
About the Writer
Bill Nagelkerke
Bill is a children’s author and translator. His poems have appeared in a number of magazines and anthologies. One was included in 'The Children’s Calendar' published by the International Youth Library in Munich. He lives in Aotearoa New Zealand.
