sheet ice

While there’s virtually no snow anywhere, there’s sheet ice everywhere.

The frost returned when the rain ceased, and taking the wet earth into his gaunt hands turned everything into dirty sheet ice.

Trackmen at the bridge Tuesday night flagged Number One and reported the river wild, and sheet ice running.

With every tread the thin sheet ice perceptibly sank under me, and waved, in small billows, like a sheet of rubber.