Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 No Robert Frost

I'm driving on a country road,

Heading for a village to do

Some business stuff, but now it's snowed

Deep, I get stuck while driving through

Some woods, and now I find my phone

Has got no bars to call for aid.

Not a good time for a dead zone.

A day of promise starts to fade.

My being late no doubt will mean

A lot of money will be lost.

Prisoner in this winter scene,

I do not feel like Robert Frost.

I remember a farmhouse back.

Hope I can follow my tire track.