A thick, innocent blanket coats the earth,
Multiplying steadily from the aid of bright white droplets of frost.
It plunges the world into a place of wonders,
Accompanied by nippy breezes.

The morning, now fully enchanted with a cold blanket,
Beckons forth diverse imaginations of willing, crafty hands.
Delighted, youthful laughter rings within the frosty air like bells,
Indicating the joy of little ones scampering about.

Smiles softly flicker amongst this beautiful world of white,
Resembling bright, dancing flames in this hibernating place.
There is never a dull moment when fun darts about,
Bringing meaning to a blank canvas at the mercy of our creative thoughts.

Whilst traversing along this cold blanket beside friends,
Footprints are left behind in the wake of thick soles.
Crunch, crunch, crunch . . .

Tiny, intricate flakes litter the ground in thick layers,
A precious piece of this sheet of white that stretches towards the horizon.
The cold blanket's still white mush rests in a hushed, patience silence,
Always willing to allow garbed palms to mold it.
Mush, mush, mush . . .

Creativity is abound, and the
Snow is clearly profound,
Whilst harmless heaps of white are safe and sound.