Sky greyed with sudden snow, cars slithered serpentine roads -
a screech-slide of tyres on obsidian ice. Traffic slowed,
indicators blinking against the driving white squall,
engines' hot oiled throats throttled to standstill.
Bitter winds whipped us raw; ice shrapnel's rip and tear
piercing our lungs. Snatching gasps of spiked air,
our stung skin numb from the blizzard's bite.
Tempestuous snow smothered hematite night,
gusting and mounding, turning black to white.
By dawn, drifts dazzled with diamante light,
air was achromatic, blanketed fields blanked,
hills bleached to silence; the landscape blanched.