Snowflake Spinning Poem by Daniel Y.

swirling
twirling down
arms are poised
in a delicate ballet
Its perfect form
Its softness known
on rosy cheeks and tongue
white as snow
cold as ice
A mountain’s coat from winter
the snowflake dance
its numbing trance
A lovely kiss of frost
as rubber boots crunch through
the thick milky crust
and smell of steaming chocolate
is waiting by a fire
dies before he turns the knob.