The snowflakes are falling down
In an impressive beauty to the ground.
Like diamonds they seem to brighten
As the tempo of the ballet seems to heighten.
They seem to waltz and gently glide
As on the crispy breeze they ride.
We watch them with joy this winter day,
The exhibition of the snowflake ballet.
Their merry trip to earth will be complete,
Initiated by the marvels of Nature's feat.
This day will be an observer's true delight,
Everything on the landscape a spectacular white.
I love the snow...unfortunately it doesn't fall in my town, but it blankets close enough to drive to...your poem took me there also...nice work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Snow creates its own silent music. Beautiful poem. Warm regards, Sandra