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
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