Whispers Of Winter's Ballet

In the hush of winter's breath, a ballet unfolds,

Silent symphony of snowflakes, stories yet untold.

Each delicate crystal, a dancer in the night,

Whirling and twirling, in the soft moonlight.

From the heavens above, they gracefully descend,

A celestial waltz, a dance without end.

In the crisp, cold air, their pirouettes begin,

A mesmerizing performance, where purity spins.

A canvas of frost, painted by nature's hand,

As snowflakes descend to reclaim the land.

No two alike, these crystalline sprites,

A choreography of uniqueness, in endless nights.

With a pirouette, they cascade from the sky,

Tiny dancers in gowns of glistening ice.

They flutter and float, a celestial parade,

A dance of wonder in winter's serenade.

The wind is their partner, a gentle caress,

Guiding their movements in a dance of finesse.

They weave and they wander, in elegant trance,

An ethereal ballet, a winter romance.

In the glow of streetlights, they shimmer and gleam,

A glittering spectacle, a poet's dream.

The world transformed, beneath their soft descent,

A winter wonderland, in silent consent.

The earth is their stage, adorned in white lace,

As snowflakes continue their delicate embrace.

With every twirl, a soft sigh they release,

Whispers of winter, a lullaby of peace.

Oh, the beauty they bring, these fragile dancers,

An enchanting performance, enchanting glances.

In this frozen theater, a spectacle unfolds,

As snowflakes descend in tales yet untold.

So, watch with wonder as they dance and play,

In winter's ballet, a magical display.

For in each snowflake, a story is spun,

A tale of grace, until the rising sun.