Dance of the Snowflake…..

Your icy touch upon our skin

Brilliant white the night begin.

Frosted echoes, icicle swords

Cold and still, echoed chords.

You dance around

So light and pure

On the ground

To stay , not sure.

So dance sweetflake, dance your dreamy flight.

For all to see in great delight.

L.s. Rockel. Copyright 2020