On a quiet night
a hazy sky wrought
with pink and white
clouds and flakes
drips sweet delicate
crystals of ice.

In a mid morning fog
powder crunches
softly beneath light
steps from dainty feet
in heavy boots.

When the sun is high
sharp skates glide
across the slick smooth
frozen glass of water.

As dusk settles
on the horizon
another blanket falls.

If one were to venture out
into the frost shrouded sunset

surely ice would meet skin.