I grew up riding the bus an hour and half to school and home was not pleasant and during those snowy frigid cold mornings were the worst because the bus was usually late due to the weather anyways but you didnt want to miss it.
My favorite part in this poem Is the great detail and imagery "His breath carves little statues out of the cold. A schoolboy's victim to this wind, waiting for a bus beside the road"
Although this could just represent a boy waiting for the bus, I personally think there is more behind the words a boy waiting for the bus. I consider this poem about a boy wait for the path to grow into a man standing, waiting, through the frigid times. When reading this you receive a sense of pain the boy is enduring. I find this very inspiring.