The exercise:
We had a rather eventful trip back to Vancouver today, which has resulted in this week's four line poem prompt: winter armageddon.
It's so bad out there that I had to write two.
Mine:
Winter has come, snow everywhere;
Abandon cars, cancel all flights!
Sidewalks are ice, walk if you dare;
Stay in your homes, survive the night.
Tonight the air is filled with the sound
Of tires spinning without gaining ground;
In the distance impotent car horns
Give the signal that it's time to mourn.
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