Okay, this is a picture I took, accompanied by some dinky poetry I wrote at 2 in the morning...
Enjoy! If you can...


Winter Storm Warning
By Ryan Moss

Signals blared from radio towers,
Warning us of frosted showers.

Soft like velvet, thick and cold,
An atmosphere so strange, and bold,
Like cool, wet, clay that's ready to mold.

Coating the curvature of this town,
Covering all that's rough, and brown,
Till no trace of color can be found.

With driveways still covered, from children's neglect,
A winter storm warning is now in affect...