Trudging through the snow to the car.
I travel not too far.
A swipe on the roof with one hand-
Scraper in the other – using it like a wand.
Errant thoughts float by,
I know not from where or why:
“This snow is so thick,”
“I wish to be done quick,”
“Why do I bother today,”
“Tomorrow, the snow may melt away,”
“Time is the master,”
“I must work faster.”
The sound of birds chirping happily,
Travel to my ear sweetly.
Thy seem to sing a happy tune – because
The extreme cold that once was-
Is now greeted by warmer days.
Then, I inspired by their merry ways,
Hum a tune of praise
Thanking God for all my days.