A Heart Without Snowshoes

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. :)

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