Inspired by Thoreau’s “A Winter and Spring Scene.” Thought this style looked real easy to write. There’s even a reference to HDT in it. 

Birches are bowed;
North winds do blow; 
Snowdrifts do grow, 
    In purest Thoreau. 
 
Bodies are chilled; 
Hares do mill; 
Ice sheets a-build, 
    O’er gasping rills. 
 
Pond scum is froze; 
Flowers do fold; lo, 
The ferret knows, 
    Progress is slowed. 
 
Industry is dulled; 
Solitude is mulled; 
Hibernations are lulled, 
    By spirits above, 
 
Who evenly yield, 
A quiet so real, 
O’er the fields, 
    To peacefully heal.