The snow was so deep…
It was up to my knees
and I could barely walk.
A drifted country road
piled high with impossible
was love’s frozen separation.
Foolish with bravado
I thought I was stronger than the wind,
but it burned a chilled no into my lungs.
Surrounded by a white postcard,
reality wormed its way into my thoughts.
The only choice was to retreat.
I cursed cupid as I turned to retrace my steps.
Damn the imp’s winter arrow shot into my heart
that knew nothing about walking in snowshoes.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Corey over at Real Toads challenged us to have a family member give us the first line for our poem. Well, I asked my husband. He had been watching The Weather Channel at work so he tossed me my snowy opening. I thought, "Really?" He is asleep so I can't get his response. Waking him up is not an option. :)