01-25-2015, 04:00 AM
Still/Shoveling
If I had my way I would not do my part,
I'd drink my fifth coffee and sit by the fire
but a heavy wet snow puts a strain on the heart
and I love my sweet guy and there's no one to hire.
I tug on my boots and start with the stair,
clear paths to the doors and the oil fill line.
I get flack for taking the blade to my car,
when I get to his truck he just says "Be kind."
No one's on the road, there's nowhere to go,
we stand on the swells the snowplow makes.
The quiet is luscious, white branches hang low,
I raise my flushed face to an onslaught of flakes.
Forced into the still of a sharp winter day
I'm grateful this morning to not get my way.
As always all crit welcome, those rhymes in the middle are all wanky. Flaunting of warm climates is mean but allowed.
If I had my way I would not do my part,
I'd drink my fifth coffee and sit by the fire
but a heavy wet snow puts a strain on the heart
and I love my sweet guy and there's no one to hire.
I tug on my boots and start with the stair,
clear paths to the doors and the oil fill line.
I get flack for taking the blade to my car,
when I get to his truck he just says "Be kind."
No one's on the road, there's nowhere to go,
we stand on the swells the snowplow makes.
The quiet is luscious, white branches hang low,
I raise my flushed face to an onslaught of flakes.
Forced into the still of a sharp winter day
I'm grateful this morning to not get my way.
As always all crit welcome, those rhymes in the middle are all wanky. Flaunting of warm climates is mean but allowed.
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