Snowmageddon

Softly drifting downward,

Nothing can stop this gift from something

Omnipotent above,

With control over a

Monsterous blanket of white. In the morning,

Angels, men with scarves and carrots for noses,

Guard front yards. An

Elegant blanket of sparkling white

Dresses the town in a

Dashing, cool, velvety suit

Of

Newly fallen snow.

— Kayla Hughes