A/N: I know nothing about writing poem, but I thought I tried doing one.

Snowstorm

by Raven

The howl of the wind sings eerily
As snowflakes whip mercilessly
Harsh and bitter
Sparkling powder coats the earth
Blinding the vision harshly
Frigid and white
Trees presume their callous stance
Like frozen taunting scarecrows
Black and dead
Scraggly branches reaching up to the sky
Seizing the pearly flakes
Brittle and crude
Somewhere inside an abandoned shed
A lone figure sat waiting
Desolate and alone
In the snowstorm.