The Winterish Snow

Ice crystals, all over the sky and land
Wet at times, others dry
Soft, like an angel’s wings, 
Or harmful, like a devil’s thorn
Smooth but dangerous, like glass
White as a sheet of paper, calming
Powder of coldness, sprinkling nature
With its soft but damaging texture
Forming into spheres, thrown around
To humans in their youth, teens and grown
Bigger shapes of snow built on top, two or three
To make a snowman under a white sprinkled tree