Shoveling Out

It is an urgent time, for lovers Bundled and buried beneath the white of winter There is a hush, in the quiet of morning Some mourning their holiday vacation, over, Others, determined to forge into the year I, listen to the tales of tortured hearts (all quick, to dial my number, desperate for validation, and the proverbial, 'you'll be alright'...) All the while, remembering both the elation, and frustration, of figuring out love Sub-zero, today's temperature Unkind to those, who wish for a blazing heart attached to theirs... Perhaps winter has a well drawn up blueprint, Designed to put space and time between the starry eyed, after Christmas couples, Preparing them for the reality, that not all is gift wrapped gaity... Into your life, some snow must fall Heavy and heaping, frigid and formidable And although traversing the trail is trying Best to remember spring's bounty is waiting to burst into blossoming bounty... My steaming cup of coffee statisfaction enough, for now, Ushering me into the frozen facade that is piled upon my porch... The symphony of clangs and pangs from baseboard heat orchestrating the matinee of this day's rising curtain daring me, to brave the outside elements Layer upon layer, kept warm...and wishful And if love were snowflakes.... Well..... I'd send you a blizzard!