Black Ice

It gets into all the machines and freezes up the works, it coats the sidewalks and front steps, and slipping on it hurts. It sheens the railing so that when you grab them gloves get wet, it lays on branches so they break, the living and the dead. But worst of all, it coats the roads in glass you cannot see, you only know when your Honda is skidding fast and free. The snow will bring us great beauty, stark sculptures carved in white, and seeing those big, fluffy flakes makes winter seem alright, but freezing rain, I must confess, is like the mosquito, it probably serves some purpose, what it is? I don’t know. I hate to hate what nature makes, but sometimes, it ain’t nice, I call it scourge of the northeast, I hate, I HATE, black ice.