This poem was originally written for a Creative Writing class in 2010.

This apparently came from a year when we actually had snow…

Winter War

I stand before the drive
Shovel in hand
Set my shoulders
Prepare for war.

The snow has a good front
Piles and drifts everywhere
The snowflakes outnumber me
But I am more powerful

Shovelfull by shovelfull
I push the snow back
My army of one
Is winning the war

I reach the end of the drive
Turn to shovel the walk
All is going well
Until snow’s ally launches an ambush.

I slip and fall, drop my shovel
Hitting the ground smarts
My army of one could conquer the snow
But I did not count on the ice.