Adding Inches to the Drift
She was hoping the storm would lift,
snow swirled around the window
adding inches to the drift,
cold air penetrated the house's wooden frame,
it was a blast of winter
Mother Nature could never tame,
the wind blowing and the snow turning and turning
as the fireplace kept burning,
the warmth kept heating her face,
as she put another log into place,
making a crackling sound,
the heavy snow on the roof,
made it come crashing down,
then there was smoke,
bile surged in her throat,
she'd choke, and choke,
as the cold air would coat,
dodging wood and sheetrock from above,
while tripping over logs from the fireplace,
she would pull and shove,
then the fire would burn her face,
her sanity snapped,
her body trapped,
it was a winter's defeat,
and a sudden shriek
sent her to her feet,
the smoke was dense,
and she'd lost any pretense
of good sense in her desperation,
her eyes blood-shot and the whites red,
and she shot up from that nightmare,
her husband sleeping peacefully in bed,
by her side,
curtains open extremely wide,
the sun shining on the outside...
© 2015 Frank Atanacio