(Hubby's truck is not stuck literally but safely 'stuck' in Guelph; load delivered.)
Thoughts are with everyone doing double-shifts in hospitals, nursing homes, etc!
Emily worked the early/day shift yesterday and got home just as it started. So thankful,
but can't help thinking of those who wish they were home but are staying to fill a need.
God bless all the second-mile soldiers!
Earth is a truck-is-stuck, beauty-struck haze
Tucked beneath knee-deep wires-down duvets
Home is a haven of warmth; favourite nooks
Stoked, quilted, woven and bettered with books
Happiness sips, stirs, hums, hugs, hopes and prays
For not everyone gets ‘blizzard-holidays’
Double-shift soldiers push, pull, shovel, shove
Because nothing is colder than need without love
Tea kettles whistle, simmer, sing and smile
Poured into cups of joy; mint, chamomile
Art is a window that frames woolly gust
Thrilling the poet and vexing wanderlust
Hush-a-bye, restless eye, plush sky is felled
Heaven and earth in white-out mayhem meld
The road is deserted; no rushing of cars
No one can rein in a tsunami of stars
© Janet Martin
Art is a window that frames woolly gust...