Rain and Snow Each Take A Turn

Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

I dig my way through slushy snow. Almost
pure white on top. So bright it blinds the eyes.
Slush splashes blue, where tossed about the most.
Blue like an iceberg, breaching in warm skies.

First rain, then snow piles up and freezes tight.
I trudge my way to where the snow plow plows.
Plows far above wake speed. Ice chunks take flight.
I dig this thin canal my strength allows.

Life pours out in the street, a punctured vein.
Drips out of garden’s slumber through spent snow.
It passes underneath more ice and rain.
Thin clouds break up above and cast pink-glow.

And all the while, late winter’s cleansing flow
crawls through the field where oaks and maples grow.

Photo by William J Spirdione

Thank you, The Daily Cuppa, For publishing these Sunday sonnets.