Winter Workday
By G. E. Shuman

Early morning; crunching snow
Brush the car so we can go.
Biting COLD; whipping breeze
Back inside, before I freeze

Engine running, waiting, warming
Fighting off the early storming
Distant sounds of tires spinning;
Off-to-work-time battles winning.

Shovels shoveling, blowers blowing
Plows keep plowing, progress showing
Trucks-a-salting, seasoning lanes,
Melting, mounting slushy gains.

Fight the flakes; confront the foe.
Press on forward, as you go,
To the job which must be done.
Face the battle to be won.

Snow keeps coming, workday waning
Skid on home without complaining.
House in sight, now caution, please
In the driveway… mind at ease

Burners blazing, supper-making,
Kitchen warmed by bubbling, baking
Silent snow still softly falling
Cozy comfort; bedtime calling

Wood fire scaring chills away
Crackling flames to end the day
Curtains pulled; doors locked tight
Perfect Vermont winter night