red with winter

it's a tight fit,
but i'm able to squeeze
the car
into the narrow spot
before the plowed
drift,
slipping slightly on
soft snow.
the treachery of weather
is upon
us.
the slide of
boots
and shoes,
wrapping tight the noose
of scarves
around us.
pulling down the wool
upon our
heads.
our cheeks red with
wind
and winter.