Haiku about Dirty Snow

 Today as I drove around doing this and that, I couldn't help but feel the effects of my environment. These piles of old snow, in combination with the gray skies in the morning brought me down. The gray grim surroundings did not aid in combating my blues of late. I want them gone. And soon, please. 

Today's haiku is about snow when it has outlast its welcome.

Yukky piles of gross

from sparkly, fluffy splendor.

Sad transformation.