Snow day poem

Early in a snowy morning, freezing under a flimsy summer blanket here I lies. 

Outside the window I see these white sugars gently covering the land with a few footprints deeply sinking in. 

I see snowflakes dancing waltz in the sky and naughtily laughing at the bald trees losing their hair as the warmth passes by. 

Latter in a snowy day, the wind begins shouting and punching on my window. 

Outside in the window I see a snowman wearing a blue scarf with an orange carrot nose freezing in the  snow. 

I see snowflakes hiding and huddling in the corner of my window as more and more of them start landing on the rooftop, painting the red buildings into shinny, clear crystal castles.