17/365 Ice

Goodness me! 17 days in already. Chilly one today. Ice still on the ground when we got home this afternoon.

Another poem for you.

Ice, so cold, I dare not to touch
Stand on it, you could end up on a crutch!
In winter, sports people use ice as a base
To pivot and slide, with elegance and grace.
Skating and curling, the luge or bob sleigh
Ice is still used for all kinds of play
Sometimes it’s white and others it’s blue.
It cuts like glass and is as hard as rock too.
Clear or opaque, it shines just the same
Crystals that sparkle like diamonds, some claim.
It is formed out of water and melts in the sun
Returning again to how it begun.