A frosted blanket on the ground
Pristine, titanium white
Deposited through midnight hours
With chilly wint’ry might
A coating upon ev’ry roof
It shines in cool moon’s light
The bitter cold disturbs it not
For it, the temp’s just right
Disturbed in places by the sleds
Where laughing children played
And slick and slidy properties
Were all for them displayed
The snow that’s piled upon the lawns
That weighs upon tree boughs
Its icy cold tonight will stay
Ere morrow come the plows