Snow Wars

So swift the night wind blows as falling snowflakes brush my nose.
The noisy silence of the dancing snow is interrupted by the scraping of shovels.
Cleared pathways are express lanes for those that are lightly clothed.
They smile and wave as they rush by to get to the warmth.
I wave back and continue my work; listening to the snow falling.


Pushing, pulling, twist and lifting as the piles grow.
Up the street, down the street section one clear.
Pushing, pulling, twist and lifting as the piles grow larger.
Turn the corner, up the street, down the street section two clear.
Bundled fingers fish pockets for keys beep beep engines start remotely.
Now the ballet begins, SUV’s, minivans, and jeeps roll down the driveway.
Pushing, pulling, twist and lifting as the piles grow into mounds.
The driveway and walkway is done, section three is clear.


As I stand there in great relief, the feeling of being done is only brief.
They snow you see has is far from done, it sends be back to section one.
Damn Snow!