Ice crystals form in the sky only to fall
Their descent a dance spiraling downwards
Only to fall on harsh earth or other of their kin
Slowly building upwards the snow grows

Soon there is so much snow it would take an army to shovel it all
Snow piles ever higher than before  dusting the land
Warmth has faded the snow smothers all
But inside the house the fire crackles and cocoa is held