It's one of those bona fide
Wet and sloppy freezing plaster
You gotta kinda conjure up survival
One reflector pole
At a time.
(And trust your luck).
Thank all the gods
That you don't have to be a-horseback
Or open buggy bound for home
Think how two stiff drinks and one hot bath
Will help your fearful clinching eyes
And your sore and aching muscles
Soften and relax.
Then...you can laugh
At Old Man Winter's dying blast
Howling futilely outside
(And just be glad that you're alive).