It is morning. I glance up at the sky
I nod to her, acknowledging that she
knows the weather better than I
Our duels are unforgiving
She is graceful in her delivery
And I am left shoveling up the remains
Her coldness no match for my warmth,
my skilled hand. I create a path, boots
Weighted against the latticed snow
I remind her that though she has
a power to wield, I have my own
Perseverance.
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
It is morning. I glance up at the sky
I nod to her, acknowledging that she
knows the weather better than I
Our duels are unforgiving
She is graceful in her delivery
And I am left shoveling up the remains
Her coldness no match for my warmth,
my skilled hand. I create a path, boots
Weighted against the latticed snow
I remind her that though she has
a power to wield, I have my own
Perseverance.
