Thursday, December 19, 2013
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?
I am ok
The car is not
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.