Wintertime Sadness

The music starts quietly, feet

follow slowly, minds and arms sway

like unspoken thoughts to the beat.

Glittering sparkles of white lay

atop hills and valleys of fad-

ing light, every step a soft punch

in immaculate light gray.

The children laugh and sleigh bells ring.

 

Footsteps falter over wet sleet,

the only thing you can do? Pray

that your feet are sure and will meet

the ground without a mishap, may

be the ground will allow your stay.

If not, your face will surely touch

the ground as those around you play,

the children laugh and sleigh bells ring.

 

Snowflakes waltz, singing such a sweet

song as they whirl past and away.

They fly like miniscule doves, cheat

their way from the ground to just laze

upon skyscrapers, deserve praise

for rising up from the low, much

like the best acrobats, awestruck,

the children laugh and sleigh bells ring.

 

All the young ones would like to stay,

but fresh off the stove yummy lunch

is good enough to tempt away.

The children laugh and sleigh bells ring.