Snow

Snowed in,

Already,

Worst of the storm

Yet to come -

Three feet total

They say -

Yay?

Icicles hang

Prettily,

Patiently -

Until the wind

Sends icy spears

Into drifts,

Deadly spikes

Falling softly

Buried in wet mounds -

Look out below!

Snow plow

Forward scrape,

Reverse beep -

On endless repeat,

Every street.

Fridge full,

Or was,

Before snacks -

Stress eating

Pushing feelings of being trapped

Down,

Taxing digestion

Like the roof

Under this weight -

Note to self

To keep awareness

On that.

Wind howls,

Radiator cracks

Snow builds on window screens

And hopes of ever leaving.

Forced retreat,

Surrender

To force of nature -

Imbalanced.

Steady breath,

Exhale -

Nervous system

Relax.

Forced retreat,

Or quiet respite -

The difference is perspective.