Sneaking, creeping through the house;
Leaving seeds for my friend mouse.
I had a little poem
Frolicking through my head.
“Come and play with me!”
The little poem pled.
Naked, barren, brown, dead earth
Cold bitter, biting, frigid air
Cutting wind chilling me to the bone.
Spring, summer, and fall have gone–winter has arrived.
Jack Frost and his snow fairies paint the earth as I dream.
Jack Frost drawing his designs on the window glass;
His snow fairies dancing down to earth, from their homes in the clouds,
Clothing the earth’s nakedness with white finery.
towards the ground
Spinning, twirling, swirling
A snowflake ballet
Upon their soft white bed