Winter's Escapade

My steps along the icy driveway were calculated
I had no footing along the slick surface
Scared of falling, I took it slow
The sky had cried hard for hours
From its heavenly gates their was threat
The Sun amidst the black dark clouds
There was no friend hidden there
Looking out I saw the sun's glare
It was blinding and I looked away
Focusing on my ride and the layers above it
I knew there was work ahead of me
In hand I carried my winter's tool
A scraper created for such a moment
A brush on one end and a sharp tip on the other
Designed to take away the icy membrane
I dreaded such moments as I felt the chill
It ran through me as the coffee was lost
I slipped and slipped again, but did not fall
Finally I was at my destination, whole
There was truimph from that long frozen walk
Yet, the journey had only just begun
Looking back to my safe haven, I knew
Until the time came when I was tucked away
I would be burdened by the day's events
For the mailman knew of no better time
Than to be home, tucked away until tomorrow