Blizzard Ballad

 (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...