Work

Tiring.
Work piles up
like snow, when you don't shovel
for a few minutes, it grows.
10 hours a day,
give or take a few.

Wanting to rest, but
the massive amount has
you under submission.
You do as it says, or
you'll regret it.

Snow

I stare out the window,
at the end of the day.
A whirlwind of white
dancing around.

As I go outside
on the blanket of snow,
I look up at the sky.
Sweet.