The Snowflakes
The grey clouds gathered silently
The night grew deathly still
As nature stood attentively
To a long expectant thrill
Then suddenly majestically
All at once they filled the sky
There a million prancing snowflakes
Seemed to jump and danced for joy.
The snowflakes rolled so flippantly
In the stillness of the night
As if though they had a job to do
Before the morning light
They skipped around this way and that
In a sprightly merry way
To sit and watch them one might think
They really were at play
P.J. Brennan
