Snow and Decision

Snow Drifts forming,
As in a festering incision.
Adding to the grandeur depths,
Like thoughts in our decisions.

Ceaseless winds sift by,
Mixing up a storm.
Thoughts rise up to conquer,
It fills you with alarm.

Great disheveled heaps,
Stand out so much estranged.
A better way for man,
When time rings out for change.

Sifting through the valley,
In temperament to lack.
Knowing that the path you take,
Will always bring you back.

Decisions are like snow drifts,
By study they are caught.
And by your every effort,
You conquered them by thought.

E.P. 1908 - 1989