Shovel

One of our shovels thirsting for snow
Crashes down on our deck -- 
An uprooted tree.

Last year, the shovel stood tall and mighty
Grounded in snow
Only the bright blue neck poked out for air.

Snow flurries are swirling about right now leaving
Threads of flakes across the edge of our wooden deck
Winter is leaving
Our hapless shovel empty-handed.
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7 thoughts on “Shovel

  1. I like the analogy of the fallen shovel to an uprooted tree! Thanks for the poetic nature moment to bring pause to my busy morning.

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  2. That sad shovel thirsting for snow made me wonder about a number of other things, like the garden shovel thirsting for dirt. Glad that your shovel is not buried again. Beautiful poem of spring welcome.

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  3. Jason, I love this lyrical offering today! Your snow shovel reminds me a little of the red wheelbarrow in the visual imagery and meaning offered underneath. So beautiful.

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  4. Wow! This poem actually made me a little sad that winter is leaving. I have never felt that way about winder. What a wonderful last stanza:
    “Snow flurries are swirling about right now leaving
    Threads of flakes across the edge of our wooden deck
    Winter is leaving
    Our hapless shovel empty-handed.”

    I can’t say I have missed my shovel after last winter’s snow! However the “empty-handed” shovel softens my heart for winter.
    Thank you for this wonderful and timely poem.

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