Art and Poetry / Vinyl Seats

I found this old image I created, thought it went well with my poem.

Vinyl Seat

Sub-zero, a crust
of white snow.

Heat from the dash
warms her
cold feet.

The walk
is not shoveled.

She snuggles
her waist
as she steps
from the car,

prays sorrow
will lead
to new joy,

the moment
when all is forgiven.