I watch the aerial ballet
Of snow that pirouettes today
So close to March but still within
The coolness of the old man’s grin
It’s quite a dazzling display
The dancers leap about, so light
Their crystal costumes sparkle bright
And every unexpected gust
Of wind creates a twirl that just
Negates the cold with shivers of delight.
Are You Reading Me?
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