• a layer of ice
    encasing everything glittering
    making glossy sculptures
    of everything
    twinkling softly in the night

    now it's time for the
    snow to come down
    blanket this entire town
    dampen everything to quiet
    the hush whisper of frost flight

    want to see
    cold sugar trees
    lights illuminating
    the rush of swirling white
    graceful, angelic falling

    i think i hear my snow sled calling