bits of iced over rain hit the windshield, roof, bumper
they shine bright as the Northern Star up front
they burn red like Fireflies dancing out back
roads slick and treacherous beckon unwary travelers
with diamond paved paths of possibilities
with dangerous potholes and pitfalls
stars burn crisp and clear in the dark heavens
winking and blinking an indecipherable code
nudging and prodding in the right direction
