Creates a welcoming sight
Carefully with broom in my hand
I clear out somewhere to stand
Slowly the steps I descend
While brushing away this powdery blend
An icy mix challenges my feet
That long for some warmth and some heat
Quietly the chill of the morn
Slips through my gloves that are torn
Ignoring the bite that I feel
I sweep away snow with firm will
It would have been easier to wait
But the quietness is awesome and great
So out in this darkness before dawn
I clean away everything with a yawn ..
Greetings Joy. You expressed yourself in the snow very well. I get up before day-break. A well written piece with good rhymes. I like the rhymes 'white' and 'site', a pleasing verse. Blessings to you.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.