Snow Dance

Snow Dance

Little white crystals dance with the wind,
in a waltz of the butterflies,
as they land softly on the ground.

As water ceases movement,
sheets of black satin
quietly cover the ponds.

The fire crackles and pops,
its flames dancing in the shadows
as I curl up in my warm bed.

When morning’s sun rises,
sparkles dance on a blanket
left by snowfall’s nighttime waltz.