Have you seen the snow
as it falls
on a winter night
that was dark as could be?
White dots flew at me through
my headlights.
The night swallowed me
in its darkness.
High-beams would make
snow
fly at me faster,
the white dots
brighter.
A fog-like
blanket of snow
ghosted
over the road,
hiding lines and tire tracks.
It was so very beautiful.
Snow,
white
as milk.
It flew at me in flakes,
and ghosted over the road in blankets.