Tis a Fine Saturday

Today, it snowed. Fluffy white flakes. And then I made some paper snow. And I thought how March sorta betrayed  us there with the last-minute snow and all...

But in then I ended up just watching each flake slowly dance on. 

Then a poem came to mind...

You know you want to hear it.

Come on. 

You know you do

I bet you're screaming inside right now.

Fine.

Here is a snowy day poem for y'all.

Our Dance

We spill slowly

From the smoky grey sky,

Like little ballerinas

With our own unique dance.

We fall so gracefully,

So quietly,

So peacefully.

We are shining stars

Woefully dropping from a winter sky.

But all dances have to come to an end,

And so does ours.

But before it does

We do one last twirl

And one last whirl

Before we end our little performance.

We then fall silently

Onto the ground

 Coating it in a soft white blanket,

As if tucking in

A sleepy earth.

Happy March Everyone!!!