Driving through an Arkansas blizzard
As snowflakes drift across
the Interstate before me
Arctic gusts transform them
into bubbling brooks
and boiling cauldrons
and a hundred shapes in between.
Snowblowers and heat registers
and heavy wool sweaters
generally aren’t needed in these parts
and the people who live here
likely prefer things that way.
Everyone is shivering now
bundled up as best they can
while looking ahead to
the warmer days yet to come.
