I like the rules of acrostics. They seem to be freeing me somehow to come up with creative imagery.

Like flower petals falling from skies

Edged with knife-cold

The flakes congregate

In silent assemblies.


Settle into mounds of

New, bleached quilt

Over hills of slumbering ground.

Whispers of wintertime.

What do you think? Feel free to share your own winter acrostic poetry in your comment!