Reminds me of a beach I know
I go out to the driveway, attack
the snow, and am taken aback
by stillness, interrupted only
by a gentle scrape. I barely
feel a shower on my coat and hair
as I shake the pine tree's bough, higher
now, freed from its load of snow.
I hum and throw, take bucket in hand
and go for a gritty load of sand.