Winter’s Dance

Autumn let out a grateful sigh

For he and his workers must fly

In time for Winter’s Dance.

All scurried away

Quickly that day

In time for Winter’s Dance.

She pranced over the snowy hill;

Behind her feet, white snow spilled,

All in beat to Winter’s Dance.

She waved her hands and smiled

As frost covered the forest wild,

Always in time to her Dance.

Her soft icicle hair

Tossed ice patches here and there;

All part of her merry Dance.

Her sparkling snow dress

Shone less and less

As it spilled crystals in the Dance.

Her work done for the time,

Winter sat, smiled, and sighed;

Proud of her latest Dance.