Ice Covered Roads Get the Best of Us

January has pocketed frosted dreams Firmly tucked away, hidden under her black ice Her treacherous blizzards torment the foolhardy Many driving too fast on her hills should know better In a heavily prayer-scented car A risk-taking older cigar-smoking woman twirls around on the ice Finally landing with a splat, slamming into a steel embankment Her days on earth over now bitterer than any rejected suiter, the incredible storm picks up The woman's Ford is covered in mounds of wet heavy snow This is a desolate road, people do not see the wreck for hours Nine One One is called, but it is too late. This smoke has words that escape me actually The EMT says, as he reaches the scene I see no smoke, his unaware partner replies Not seeing the haze that is taking the lady’s soul to heaven