It’s six AM as I rise from my bed
The familiar sounds of day have not reached a head
Outside a stillness betrays the morning
a darkness punctuated by the moon still soaring
Tossing on my slippers I head to the kitchen
Hoping some coffee will stiffle my joins which have stiffened
Here I get my first glimps of the fresh fall snow
it’s beauty lost on me as one more thing to do before I go
I toss on my sweater and a coat for good measure
my mind wonders to summer and it’s simplicity what a treasure
I startup the car it’s protests with a sputter
While I scrape the snow and ice off while curses I utter
Off to work now the drive is still quite a trick
As the melted snow coats the road it’s now quite slick
The car bellows fourth a steady arctic wind
no matter the setting I choose, this war I can’t win
At work now I watch as the sun finally rise
Briefly to bring false hope my brain surmise
But long before work do I depart
Does the suns decent not quickly start
Under moonlit skies I than make my escape
Finding myself wondering on this day my bed why I decide to break.
I pull up to the driveway a mess once more I find
Before hacking at and digging into this new bind
As my shovel falls and my curses come to
My eyes behold something I hadn’t seen, something new
Three fluffy balls neatly stacked upon which I see my top hat
A smile upon my face that moment dawned, matched only by his even though flat.
Then in the window I see two familiar faces
That of my son, and our puppy who’s tail he actively chases
A smile upon my face I can’t help but find
It is for this reason that I allow myself to be in weather of such a kind.
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