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
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1414.html">Convention by Agnes Lee</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor