I can't help but think of Robert Frost's classic poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening."
One thing I love about Frost is, of course, his amazing eye for detail. But I also love his passion for structure. The rhythm, meter, and rhyme scheme in this poem is so well crafted.
Read this a few times and then look out your window right now (if you live in NW Minnesota, anyway), and you'll have a deeper appreciation of this classic that you haven't thought of since your high school English teacher forced you to read it.