The snow here today in Maryland is not quite this bad but it's on it's way to getting there. I've decided (wisely I think) to stay home and putter around the house, hopefully, do some writing. As I look out on the very windy, very snowy day I'm inspired to write a poem.
Gray-white sky, snow swirling in the wind like a dust storm without the sand. Spring trying to fight its way in but losing as the last of winter leaves slowly and stubbornly, kicking and screaming, in a snowy haze of glory.