Driving through a Winter Storm

Winter's wonderland

Swirling flakes fall from above,
Dancing around stoic street lamps – giggling, teasing
As they fall, carpeting the earth.

Cotton tufts swell from below,
Gets caught in the headlight,
Makes a beeline to the windshield – melts away.

Dancing swirls multiply,
Fills the air, obscuring vision.
Moving pods slow down, blinks intermittently;

Howling winds gather the dancing dots
Slaps it unevenly on all creation,
Blanketing everything white.

Angry gusts blow the powder, into wispy white monsters
That dance shapelessly, engulfing the pods.

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Roads turn into zebra-snakes,
Narrow black bands within broad swaths of slippery white,
Wobbling the wheels of the moving pods.

The pods slow down to a cautious crawl,
With laser-sharp focus and bated breath;
Mindful of the lives, that lay strapped within.

Red-rubies roll forward on a slow strand,
Ivory pearls roll toward on a slow strand,
Until they veer away to their destinations.

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