Blizzard

Howling winds
I walk into
A maelstrom of snow
The earth
Blanketed
In a soft coat
Of white
My face stings
From the wind and snow
I long
For a warm home
And a cup
Of hot tea
I trudge forward
The wind is
Now horizontal
I start to lose
My bearings
I decide
To go back home
At last warmth
As I sip my tea
I contemplate
The wonders
Of God’s creation

by Zachary Uram
(c) 2023