As the winter weather here in Kansas has grown to resemble more and more the winter weather I remember from when I was a boy in upstate New York, I have been thinking more and more about cold and ice and snow. I may even write a series of poems upon the subject--snowetry if you will.
I decided to do a little research into the various words for snow that the Inuit use. In doing so, I came upon the word "pingo." What an interesting thing a pingo is! It's a kind of like a volcano, only with a core of ice instead of magma.
"Pingo" is a rhyming sonnet in the shape and color of a pingo--green on the outside, white and icy in the core, and with a clear blue crater lake on top. The word-painting aspects were fun.