The Snow Shoveler

A weird adaptation of 'the solitary reaper' 
;) :p

She loves the snow

And the peace it brings

Crystal white flakes

And the mellow it feigns

For it might last a fortnight

And never cease

Or tumble overnight

And dump a few feet

She loves it even the day after

With yellow sun and cold blue skies

Making the world a prickly bright

Roads lined a goo-ish brown

And walking makes a pulpy sound!

For she is but, well armed

With thermals, jackets and god knows what;

Bearing a shovel she completes her ascent,

Into the path of milky pleasant

Oh she digs, she digs!

Layers and layers of stubborn white sand

Sometimes wet, sometimes light

Almost heavy but yields midflight

  

Over the shoulder she throws

Powdery mass of water in guise

Until the dark tar is unearthed

Shiny, shimmery

And white washed

Under layers of warmers and more

She perspires a melancholy sore

Burning easy calories she does

Rowing, curling, crunching and all

Workout is what shoveling is

Care must be met when stepping on ice

For the back must be never arched

Bend only the knees

And keep working the arms

For many snow storms

She wait, she waits

To burn the unexpected calorie

And let the muscle tone

Snow is a lot of fun

She says

Love it, burn it, end up all fresh

The white world isn’t all gloom and squelch

And if you still hate the pallid spread

Fear not and head to my dwell

Give a helping hand

And shed a few pounds

Shoveling, panting, warming and all


-By Divya Durgadas