In the winding winter months
The snow morphs the shape of the world.
But who is on top of the world?
And what is in store underneath?
Animals possess great energy
As they frolic and dance and rejoice.
These are the times they live for
And then burrow under the ice.
As flakes flit and flutter
Whispering wisdom as they fall
Creating a blanket on top
of a sparkling pure white.
Children prance around
Creating friends as they go.
Filing inside one by one,
Blushing from the snow.
Soon these flakes though
Melt and die
Dampening the rigid earth floor.
Saying goodbye to the peacefulcal, display of the winding winter months.