December's Waltz 

Winter orchestrates the dance

In chilling winds and biting air.

Snowflakes whirl and skip and prance.

Waltzing wildly without a care.

Bowing swiftly to their mates,

They turn and glide in perfect time.

Spinning on their magic skates,

Across the frozen fields they climb.

Lilting measures rise and fall

In time with flakes of white,

While all God's creatures watch the ball,

Bedazzled by the sight.

When gradually the music dies,

There's not a single sound

As small white dancers from the sky

Take rest upon the ground.

Ava M. Plover