The Fall of Winter

The ice fell from the clouds Coating and bouncing off the highway From time to time The car shifted going down the road As if the wheels had a mind of their own Turning off the radio To help concentrate on my driving The hail sounded all about Tic, tic, ticking with varying constant beats All about and against the window As the wipers frantically tried To keep up with the cold frozen rain The lights Searching down the icy highway Sparkled off the falling hail Giving them the appearance Of dancing diamonds This was winters last hoorah A final stab at keeping spring at bay A failed charge Like the light brigade While I Was mesmerized Steering down this gem infested highway With a front row seat To the beauty of driving through The fall of winter