1549 - Partly-articulated arctic art

As daylight fades and snowflakes fall more slow
I recall this morning's journey from hell
Or was it to hell and back, I don't know
Truthfully, though, an early rise is all
I panic at - satanic alarm bell -
Naught else Dante-esque about today's trip
In my eyes. Though the skies rained snow, it's all
Great fun to this big kid. The car might slip
And slide in rush hour rush, might even flip
In the slush, but who cares? I had to go
To Wilmslow to pick up Josie, then crawl
As time flew, or like drops of water dripped,
In queues of cars, then on the buses, so
My girl could take her piano test. Did well!!!