mother nature

there is a part of you
who likes
to shovel snow.
even now, at this age.
the challenge
of clearing a path
and the car,
the filled road
makes you happy.
you like the bright
sun against
the white of drifts.
the sweat inside
your coat and clothes.
the dig and lift
of your arms, your
back, your boots
gripping, then sliding
on the cold ground.
it's a primitive
thing, defeating nature.
making it submit to
your will.
yes. you are victorious.
now you can go out
for coffee instead
of making it
yourself.