He walks slowly through the powdery snow,
Wondering where he could be.
Carrying his shovel with him,
After an hour of hard work.
The trip to the snow-covered ice,
And now the trip to return.
The snow continues to fall,
In big white drifting flakes.
The snow drifts are hard to walk through,
But he shows no sign of strain.
He has been walking for an hour,
And has no compass to guide him.
His wife waits at home by the fire,
Cradling their son and daughter.
She worries throughout the night about him,
But she is soon swept away into sleep.
Finally he sees the light from the house,
Gleaming and welcoming him home.
Within a few minutes he is home,
Sitting by the fire being warmed.
Then his wife awakes and smiles,
And realizes he's home safe.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Words of Time: A Collection of Poems Throughout The Years
PoesíaA collection of poems from my early years, up to the present. Many are about love, but also family, friends, life in general, as well as the struggles many of us face as we discover ourselves. #Wattys2016 #Wattys2019 *Note: Stories with an asterisk...
