My soul buried deep in the jaws of a blizzard
My heart yearns for a fiery hearth,
flannel-lined pants to lessen the chill,
insulated boots to keep the frostbite at bay,
and a furry hat to protect my chaffed pate
I keep trudging, or I’ll lose my faith
A clear sidewalk is my only salvation
A promise that Spring will be arriving
Sideway snow pummels my face
As I tangle with nature’s snowy fate.
Mark Tulin lives in California. He has authored Magical Yogis, Awkward Grace, The Asthmatic Kid and Other Stories. He has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and featured in Vita Brevis, Amethyst Review, Ariel Chart, Active Muse, among others. Follow Mark at Crow On The Wire and Twitter, Crow_writer.