The Trek

The morning sound of horror calls out to me As my hand pushes all the buttons except the right one Making the urgency to get up even stronger The light of the new snow cast a glow on the bedroom walls As a shadow from behind my door emerges to greet me Panting and almost speaking to me, she requests her time I push through the door, trudging through, room by room Getting to the back door, I let my little friend out for her morning time Turning, I wander to the kitchen to welcome the morning with a glass of sunshine All while my family sleeps this winter morning away Showered, shaved and then dressed, I prepare for the day Must be 4 or 5 inches, so I don my snow boots this morning Putting my work shoes and lunch into my bag, I say goodbye to the dog Feeling the cold icy fingers of the sky brush my face, my eyes squint Allowing me just the sight needed for my mile and a half walk Feet don’t fail me this early morning as I trudge through the snow Under the snow I can feel the icy blanket of doom as I slip and slide Yet, I push on, seeing the lights of the nearby shopping center Now, passing through the plowed lot toward the busses I now wait, standing, facing the rain of frozen sky, chilled All while my family sleeps this winter morning away