Snow & Ice

I never talk of ice
Or the snow that glitters nice
Or of the icy crunchy snow
Of that I do not know...

The crunch that sounds beneath my feet
As my sole and ice compete
When in the morning as I wake
I see more than a single white snow flake..

I look out of the iced window
The look out seems so very low
Because the snow fell all night
It has left behind its icicles of white!!