This cold holds us down
Snow this deep must go
And so, we begin again
Again, the plow goes by
Filling our mouth so full
Knee deep again, I bend
To lift all seventy years of
Snow, and one shovel full
Feels the weight of time
Of distances I have been in
Of seasonal jobs I did, I do
The grass is waiting under
This snow lawn, this storm
And this cold holds us out
Here, assigns momentary
Tasks, I’m mending what
Nature has done this time
And promises to do again.
