||The reason for the wait I know.
My house is yet ahead, although;
I grow impatient stopping here
To watch this road fill up with snow.
My little car must think it queer
To stop without a red light near
Between the cars and vans and trucks
The snowiest evening of the year.
I give my cramping hand a shake
Blame the fates for this mistake.
The sounds of plows and skidding cars
The gusts of wind, the billionth flake.
The trip is lonely, the drifts are deep,
Promises of blogs to keep,
And miles to go before I tweet,
And miles to go before I tweet.