Snow Globe Sonnet

Within a crystal world no larger than
a trembling palm, the winter never ends.
Snow drifts in looping spirals as it can,
then settles soft on miniature trees and bends.

A paper village waits beneath the storm,
its windows lit with everlasting glow.
No wind can sting, no night can lose its form—
the frozen sky repeats its gentle snow.

A single shake awakens all the air;
a blizzard blooms, suspended in delight.
The storm is brief, but beautifully rare,
a swirling dream contained in glass and light.

And when it stills, the quiet comes anew—
a tiny world made calm because of you.