a blizzard

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