Valentine’s Day Blizzard
Snowflakes falling, glittering in glare
Placed after pace, in trace after face
Wind in white out, whirling haste,
Chocolate hearts and one headlight out
Remembering, a love without any doubt
In the car, happy to see me, braced
And opening the box of candy
Softly saying, “slow down,
We are almost there”.
My foolish days, I felt, I left,
chases me in hurried pace,
and catches me at times,
unaware that I am not that smart,
or wise, or perhaps a bit unsound
whenever I find myself in places,
making a left turn instead of a right;
spinning in snow or finding myself
dancing in melting rain.
(I somehow, always with the help of love, find my way back home
to start all over again).