Winter is yawning
with half~closed eyes . . .
Snow flakes dance gaily
with lacy surprise . . .

Last dance of the season
elegant flowing gown . . .
So white ~ so intricate
floating to the ground ~

Not one replication
each original design . . .
As a regal royal princess
so beautiful and fine ~

In eyes of beholders
one last glorious fling . . .
With a cool, flirty wink
says ‘You’re next Miss Spring’ ~

Snow Flakes Dance slows
bid farewells with a tear . . .
DANCE OF THE SNOW FLAKES
resumes again next year!

Mary Carter Mizrany
March 16, 2006
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