By Agnes Lee


The snow is lying very deep.
My house is sheltered from the blast.
I hear each muffled step outside,
I hear each voice go past.

But I'll not venture in the drift
Out of this bright security,
Till enough footsteps come and go
To make a path for me.

DayPoems Poem No. 1414
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The DayPoems Poetry Collection,
Timothy Bovee, editor

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