The snow wafts, soft
Drifting, drifting…
Low whispering wind
A zephyr- like blow
sending each flake a merry whirl
Floating, floating…
The minuet swirl…
Weightless dancers
Pirouetting…
In lace, pale waltzers
A trace, not having
Of where they have been
Rising, falling…
And giving no hint
Of where they are going!! …
“Ellie”
The images are from bing.com…
Ellie belfiglio 