Post by AquarianM on Dec 20, 2008 at 1:20am
Welcome To The Land Of The Ice And Snow...
The cold winds of fate grabbed the handle of my shovel,
Adding extra drag to every stroke on ice-caked pavement,
Outlawing the snow thrower in an arbitrary attitude against motorization,
And forced the five pound maul into my hand,
All the better to crack ice off the stoop with,
At least now I can walk.
At night though,
With all the Christmas lights glowing,
Carols on the radio,
All the sore muscle blues fades away into the eggnog glass,
A soothing rhetoric of soft glowing color on pure reflective white.
Dreams come easy then.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/20/2008
The cold winds of fate grabbed the handle of my shovel,
Adding extra drag to every stroke on ice-caked pavement,
Outlawing the snow thrower in an arbitrary attitude against motorization,
And forced the five pound maul into my hand,
All the better to crack ice off the stoop with,
At least now I can walk.
At night though,
With all the Christmas lights glowing,
Carols on the radio,
All the sore muscle blues fades away into the eggnog glass,
A soothing rhetoric of soft glowing color on pure reflective white.
Dreams come easy then.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/20/2008