Building momentum, we dig in
with metal shovels scraping
and the wind blowing gentle snow
back in our faces as ice.
*
The dog surges into a snow bank,
and then approaches,
tail wagging.
He samples snow
from several sections of the yard.
Tail wagging,
he pees
on the walls of the tunnel
we’re attempting to create
from house to driveway.
*
We work, pausing
to breathe, pace ourselves
before the weight and the
bending down and hauling up
resumes.
*
He checks on us, counts us:
one…two…
one…two.
He paws at a shovel,
tail wagging.
He looks so cute. Nice contrast between perspectives on deep snow.
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How come you have all the snow this year, and we have much less in Montreal? Although it is cold here these days…
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I don’t know–all I know is this is too much snow! : )
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I’m guessing that you live in the Northeast, Emily. 🙂 I live in Iowa so it’s pretty cold, but we don’t have the snow that you do. I like the child-like attitude of the dog. Easy for him: he doesn’t have to shovel it.
Stay warm,
David
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Thanks, yes–we’re in New England!
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A lovely poem, Emily. The snow looks wonderful, although I can’t say I’m missing it on this side of the Atlantic. 🙂 Your dog looks very happy to play in it, too. At least he gets out of the shovelling! 🙂
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Thanks! He is a happy dog here. : )
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