A road must traveled

One way in to my beautiful home.

Now passable.

Three feet of snow blocked me in, happily.

Fully stocked for me and the critters, even a friend.

Dusting off the dishes on top of the roof.

The outside world comes to me.

Including when the neighbor comes to plow.

Or melting reveals gravel and grass.

And Spring is almost here.

2 Comments

  1. Bill Alexander

    Yes, very well said!

  2. Cheryl Ritchko

    Beautiful awakening