SOMEONE'S WINTER POST

Wind and snow that blows whole rows of drifts over roads,

Look like thin ghosts that apparition fast or slow when the wind blows,

Twin on-coming eyes that appear as yellow lights,

that suddenly emerge into sight that hits like an assassin with no chance of fight

From the front of grill; STOPPED, and launched through glass into winter light,

Wind blows again when consciousness gains foot hold,

To hear only silence and its ears ringing eerie and feel cold,

Knowing no one is coming and a welcoming lure is getting closer,

When all you can think after finally feeling warm is getting to your FaceBook phone.