Fighting Blizzards

few headlights light the road worried drivers headed to their abode progress more and more being slowed in hope of not having to be towed not all that far to go perhaps two miles or so as dark sky drops snow big flakes falling slow snow above the ankles so cold should have done as I was told instead of trudging forward seeking foothold refusing to admit what weather controlled some promises should not be kept some vows yield results we do not expect without clothes warm enough having been wrapped for the blizzard into which you have stepped