In honor of yesterday’s snow day– here’s a poem for you all.

The Snow Is Dancing
As if playing a game
they flit and flicker,
trying to imitate the candle’s flame
but glowing in a blue light instead.

A reflection of the moon,
and frosting the water
like a mirror, but soon,
from the sky will they descend.

Like stars
dipping and swirling,
drifting to and fro,
diving and twirling,

in their grand performance
against a backdrop of dark cloud,
the snow is dancing,
clean and silently proud.