..:*The sound of snow-flakes falling*:..
A frozen whiste
tipping to the ground
thousand flakes falling
like a silent breath of sound
~
Without a word it speaks
of winters coming soon
every year it hums again
a merry tender tune
~
With time it covers up
all our dust and dirt
a white blanket cover
tailor-makes a ballet-skirt~
~
We hear the weaver's melody
so little girls can tap and dance
and shine a match with every flake
who wants a piece of winter-glance
