(just a quickie one based on the outside weather)
Snowflakes are pure companions
The snow outside is one butter knife and a half teaspoon deep.
The flakes swirl gently and I can almost hear them giggle –
they beckon for a playmate to come dance with them.
We twirl in the solitude, the magic of crisp silence and
I enjoy the company while it lasts.
Tonight all the leaves will be paper boats and chariots
to carry away my snowflake friends, leaving only drifts
and powdery memories of a dance that was.