Snow Poem

The snow had been falling lightly that afternoon

Now though, as darkness settled

The temperature dropped        

The snow stopped

Not the usual route on my way home

The road no longer white with snow

But dirt brown and winter grey

Out of the corner of my eye

An older white Chevrolet

A split second to react

Do I swerve?

Do I brake?

Do I curse myself for not taking five minutes more

In the store?

Or less?

Impact

I am ok

Physically

The car is not

Some calls

Some paperwork

The temperature continues to drop

Underfoot on the side of the road

The fresh snow

Marked now only by my tracks. 

This month's poetry challenge was to write a poem which included snow in some way. You all know from past experience that I am not a poet, but still I try. As you may have guessed, I did not win this month's poetry challenge. My next poem about snow will have to include this beauty, which, if you follow me on Facebook, you know I never would have seen had my husband not taken me to work all week because my car is in the shop.