Miniature glaciation
Leads to sheets of cold dense ice
After all precipitation
If the cold air will suffice
Which today, of course, it did
So each step may slip and slide
On the ice sheet which is hid
Under snow, on the inside.
I dare not advance my feet
As fast as I'd prefer they move
Lest by unkind chance they meet
An icicle inside a groove.
And so I slowly slip my way
Praying for a warmer day.
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