Snow filled child hearts with joy,
They did not know t’was a ploy,
The soft inviting surface did hide,
The dark depths which lay inside,
Unlike sweet whorls of flakes through air,
Snow blankets engulf like concealed snare,
Hallowed white a bone-dust veil,
Of turned ankles and darkened trail,
How could such that shines so hide such blackened ice?
A slip, a slide,
A lake to hide,
Fragile ice cracks at chinks,
A fragile body swiftly sinks,
Swirling down the snow’s sea does take,
The body as its own frozen flake.