Snowflakes hit the windshield / Like a swarm of angry bees
And are swept away as quickly / To make room for their brethren.
Clouds of frozen heaven / Scurry across the highway;
Riders on chaotic steeds / Dancing in a winter rodeo.
The car is buffeted / By the ever-changing winds,
And Zephyr’s howling wolves / Keep back all possible speech.
Ahead in the gloom, / Angry red eyes of devils
Waiver to and fro / Across sheets of black ice.
They slide into earthly clouds / Following well-worn lines,
The desperate marks of earlier travellers / In the uncertainty of the storm.
The normally limitless universe / Is bound on this night
By the visible few feet ahead.
The pathetic beams of headlights / Are white canes for blind drivers
Reaching cautiously into the unknown.