By morning covered over,
land all blended to white.
Transformation quite stunning,
muting fall's left over blight.

First thoughts were of sliding,
down the nearest hillside slope.
Even if only had cardboard,
a sled just a Christmas hope.

Knee-deep in every direction,
challenging a hunting stalk.
Getting up early in the morning,
to shovel clean the walk.

Sliding off the road,
getting stuck in the ditch.
Part of driving snow and ice,
cold to the bone winter witch.

Fairyland of winter beauty,
growing old near winter's end.
With dirty snow everywhere,
ice and slush snow's friend.

Spring warmth melting away,
crusty snow and ice to mud.
So glad to see the sun again,
with no more snow and crud.