I walked on ice, asphalt, rock-salt and snow
This is much like the make up of the world we know
They are elemental surfaces that exist under our feet
Diverse they are in colour, texture along the snowy heap
When walking in the winter you see less folks on the prowl
They are seasonal movers like some choosy night owl
The quiet is conducive for good meditational time
Which might get interrupted at a snow bank climb
Snuggled in coat, pants and favourable footwear
It becomes an exercise in brea
