Wrote this today in class. Maybe I should have been paying attention instead.

"Our Fight Against the Elements"
all that frightful weather
and the bleeding bitter cold
seems so pristine from
our position,
tucked inside and staring
out.
with a roaring flame

we've melted the
dreadful blizzard right
away.
all that's left is powdered
sugar on the streets and
tiny glass beads on our
windows.

today, we build our snowmen
using kisses and
a box of white fudge oreos.