The Tiniest Dancer
A tiny dancer, bold and spry,
Pirouettes from a cloudy sky.
Dressed in lace with a glittery grin,
She tickles the wind and dives right in!
With a wink at the stars and a \"Catch me if you dare!\"
She sparkles through the frosty air.
She loops in silver, swirling rings,
On a hush of music and white-star wings.
She wobbles on breezes, a journey so grand,
Doing pirouettes over the slumbering land.
Then landing at last on a nose - poke! -
She melts away like a frosty joke.
The Winter’s Whisper
Oh, crystal ghost from skies so vast,
A fleeting dream not meant to last.
You ride the breath of a pale, round moon,
Humming a soft and tinkling tune.
You tap at the window, silver and light,
To join the choir that sings the night.
A whispered wish, a frozen cheer,
The world’s most delicate pioneer.
Each one a secret the cold winds know,
Kissing the earth before you go.
Though you vanish by the morning light,
Your joy stays sparkling, pure and bright.