The ice will crunch beneath my feet as I walk along the wooded path. 
Strange cold patterns emerging with every step.
I wish I could be one,
A crack in ice stretching out to find itself,
Not alone but entirely independent.
Finding it's way, 
Breaking barriers and crashing through,
Letting the rest turn to iceburgs,
Becoming it's own star, 
And freeing the lake of it's mirror. 



 

Winter is fun for the kids and for some adults. I love to sled. When the snow is soft like powder, you can go fast. You have more control but if it is compacted snow you go slower but better control. When it turns to ice, you go so fast that you can get one to five, maybe more feet in the air. The jump is made out of snow and becomes hard,so that it will not get destroyed.

The three most common snow types are powder, compact, and ice. Powder is very good for sledding. It is the second best for sledding unless there is a foot of powder. The compact snow  can turn to ice much better than powder. Ice makes the snow super hard and slippery. You go so fast and have little to no control.

When there is a lot of compact snow, you can make snowballs and snowmen or a snowwoman. You can make small snowballs and a small snow base or a huge one. The possibilities are endless.

 

The trees are bare now,
the colored leaves decorate the cold dirty ground. 
They fly in the wind with every passing car,
these leaves crunch under the walking person's feet.

The lengthy branches sit naked, 
some with an old dingy rope attached, 
with a sad swing below. 

The trees wait to be climbed, 
for the bite of the winter air ruins the fun. 
Some sit untouched and unwanted, 
as others get used for syrup. 

The trees sit now, 
discolored and sad. 
The trees look fragile now,
They look dead and as if any wind could knock them over.

These same trees and leaves get coated now in a thin frost layer,
this layer disappears with a touch of a finger,
this layer is only temporary, 
for soon they will be drowned in snow.