a blizzard
of thoughts
running a range
from rage to riantly living
realizing
self-reliance
is not a curse
it’s a course
you find
while shoveling
through
the drifts
mostly manmade
the bitter cold
reality
freezes tears
the warmth
of a fire
so enticing
yet the wind whipping
one’s face
is an embrace
from nature
waking
the senses
that sleep
so easily
keep shoveling
though the track
is wind blown & buried
keep digging
through the facts
though the blinding whiteness
conceals contentment
pile crazes to the left
and elations to the right
satisfaction lies in the center
of this bizarre blizzard battle
As always, a very lovely poem! You know, I have to tell you…..I never liked poetry…..until I met yours, Gwynneth! I love your messages, and the ease of reading them…..the ease of the flow…..they always fit just perfectly with what you are saying…..your message. You are one very talented lady and I am so thankful you have entered my life……You are beautiful inside and out! Thank you for this poem.
Your words are so soft yet strong – as I work through the many changes in my life the past 3 months, I continue to find meaning for me in your works. In this one, it is the reminder to keep shoveling through the track – Thank you.
I love ‘a blizzard’ , Thank you
The best thing about your poems? I always finish reading them with a smile on my face.
Love & light xx