I am of ice

   wind

         and snow

drifting from

side

        to

             side,

unsure which ground is

more stable, but I'm the one

who

      staggers

on the 

s

 lip

    pery

ice, sending me forth into

a blizzard, pelting me with

     snow

               flakes

that, without grace, 

  tumble

       stumble

                     m e l t

into hopes and dreams that

tomorrow

will unfold into pleasant cheers,

harmless jeers, of a snow day

in which

        snow

                flakes

dance,

                      frolic in the

     sky

into a fluffy pillow in which

rest can be sought for