Shoveling Out

I dressed myself this winter’s night In coat with hood, and gloves and scarf, Winter boots and sweater warm And safety glasses too. Snowflakes were falling, piling up In snow drifts high in my driveway, Around my apartment door And in my walkway too. The forecast called for fifteen or, In centimeters, maybe more Of snow accumulations To fall throughout this night. I'd dressed myself for battle and Into the night I pushed myself Out my door into the snow With shovel in my hands Half to my knees snow drifts had piled; Thank God it was a light snow though. In an hour I‘d conquered it And cleared my driveway out. In half that time my walkway I Had shoveled free of snow also- And stood back admiring what I and my shovel did. W.C.Hull © 2017-Jan 15-953-E