Creeping over every body of water,

Like a scab it covers,

Every inch of land in sight,

It's frozen fingers seeking out,

Even the slightest hint of warmth,

Wanting the tantalizing, but self destructive heat,

Crawling slowly the ice takes all,

Turning anything it takes into it's winter prisoners,

Stealing their thermal energy for it's own,

But ice knows it can never be what it is not,

Spring comes,

Sun comes out shining a little lazily,

Ice reaches it's tendrils,

Eager for it's long deserved drink of warmth,

Melting back to where it come from,

Thoroughly satisfied with it's prize,

But don't be fooled ice will be back for warmth again,

Next winter...