plowed piled heaps of
shadowed snow under starlight:
craterous moonscape.
Notes:
The Mac dictionary says that "craterous" isn't a word. Elizabeth Barrett Browning and the OED beg to differ.
Also, in my mind this is yesterday's poem; today's really ought to have something about skiing in it, and generally doing valuable things that aren't studying. We'll see.
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