Flakes flutter in the evening sky
then quickly thousands, millions, uncountable
then tendrils of snow
snake across the highway
mezmorising as they rise up
to meet those in flight
Hiding barely in sight
the black F150 truck
we have been following for miles,
all driving so thoughtfully
Suddenly, the truck
as we are caught in the vortex-
attack of the seemingly innocent snowflakes
Alone, on the highway. So briefly.
Inspiration for this poem was a quickly moving snowstorm we drove through from Indianapolis to Chicago suburbs. Video of this approaching storm (taken my my daughter Devon not me, driving) when it didn’t look like a blizzard yet is online–I loved the snow snaking across the highway.
We estimate we saw 20+ accidents involving 50+ cars during this drive. Even called 911 for one car. It was beautiful but extremely dangerous driving.