Unrhymed iambic pentameter sonnet experiment thing

fine snow is falling on my neighborhood
I'm glad I bought good mittens yesterday
the snow is painting white the leaves and trash
I did not sweep from my new condo's porch

where now they wetly lie beneath neglect
I tendered without even moving in.
the storm was going to miss us, so they said.
my eyelids pull me down to bed and sleep.

good night, dear cats and friends and laptop bags
and imperfections numerous and mild.