An Acrostic Poem about Snow

When I came in from sweeping the snow off my deck and my car and made a path to the mailbox, I felt a poem rattling around my head.  Seeking the simple kind of poem, I reached down inside for an acrostic poem.

Snow, white fluffy snow...

Nestling under the comfy throw.

Outside is bright and beautiful to behold.

Winter is here, no matter what the calendar has told!