The Snowflake Ballet Poem by Paul Holmes

First they came in twos,
Dropping down from the sky,
Signalling a happy time
For each child’s watchful eye.

Then the wind blew softly
Coaxing crystal clear flakes
From white, pillow-like clouds
Where winter slowly awakes.

Making more morning smiles
Young children did arise
From their comfortable beds
To see snowflakes falling from skies

Heavily loaded down
With many a crystalline form
Which seemed to dance for joy
The second they were born.

Could pirouettes have been
Invented by these guys
That tumble and twirl gracefully,
Transfixing our eyes?

Alas, the display did finish
Too soon it must be said;
Still, every cold winter’s night
Children often raise their head

In eager anticipation,
Wishing that, perhaps it would be
That very night when
One more snowflake ballet they would see.