Winter late in her reign,
when the students were home for springbreak,
chose to bestow upon us a snowy evening,
reminding me of lingering sorrow.
The flakes clung onto naked trees,
of which I am walking under,
along empty streets that led somewhere.

Lovely.

I'm curious...would that be Itani poetry? They are supposed to have a earth-like atmosphere (though it might be UiT)

Isn't that a sonnet? I'm rusty...

The students will be back soon, Riddler. Hope you asked them to bring you back something nice.

Look at it this way - now you can probably get some work done. :)