Valentine’s Day Blizzard

Snowflakes falling, glittering in glare

Placed after pace, in trace after face

Settling everywhere.

 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).