Saturday, December 25, 2010

In the morning for what it's worth I open my eyes

By shoveling snow, I invent sunlight.
It arrives just as I finish scraping away.
I could like this job, I say to the first possible bird.
I could let this grow on me.
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3 comments:

Kass said...

Merry snowy Christmas.

12/25/10, 2:35 PM
NE said...

Shoveling snow. It ain't no raking leaves, that's for sure. I used to like it in a Tolstoy-scything-with-the-peasants kind of way, but no more. It hurts. Or my aging coil protests too much afterward, at least.

I hope Mom arrives safely (or arrived safely). New England FINALLY is getting a touch of the European treatment today and overnight -- 16 to 20 inches predicted. How Currier. How Ives.

And a Merry Second Day of Christmas to all. (We don't do Boxing Day here because we never could afford servants anyway.)

12/26/10, 10:46 AM
Kathleen said...

Lots of shoveling here, too.

12/26/10, 2:53 PM

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