Gary W. Sherwin's Poetry

The Snow Is Talking

The snow is talking underneath my feet
It groans and growls protesting each foot step
That leaves imprints in its flawless white sheet
And causes silent snow to shout a threap

The cold converts soft snowflakes into sand
Wind blows the snow-sand forming drifts so high
Passing through them requires a helping hand
From stalwart friends on which one can rely

The damage done traversing field and road
The slugging of the first one makes a trail
That others following may pull their load
And reach their destination without fail

The trek through snow may be so difficult
But friends can help complete it without fault