Today we were to write a poem about seasons. It was pointed out that haikus, as traditionally written, are nature poems and most adaptable to writing about seasons. I wish I had a softer spot for haikus, but I tend to view them as exercises - let's see just how much you can get into 17 rigid syllables - rather than proper poetry. Besides, my last haiku ended up as comic rhyme, which was fun, but not exactly what I wanted for this prompt.
This isn't exactly what I wanted for this prompt either, but it was close:
I woke in the night to the sound of snow,
A sound that is no sound at all;
The expectant hush of potential things
That wait upon the Will of God.
All made things are formless now,
A canvas stretched to the Artist's Will
In pale washes and shadowy inks
God sketches all His world anew.