Silent Ballets

Stillness envelops,
As snowfall develops,
Rolling beneath a white curtain.
Shivers anticipate,
Watchful bright eyes await;
A silent ballet is certain.
And shifting and sifting,
Of sparkling dunes drifting,
That plunge and erupt their burden.

Shining snow-devils dance,
Across sunlit expanse,
Dazzling carpets of diamonds, bright.
Until sunlight has gone,
When the cloud break moves on,
And greyness descends as a blight —
Upon brilliance displayed,
Where the snow creatures played,
Cavorting for joy in my sight.

The shifting snow races,
To cover all traces,
Of winter’s delirious dance.
While I watch at window,
Enjoying the grand show,
And awaiting another chance.

Mick McKellar
February 2017

I complain often about so much snow, but I truly enjoy the wild, windblown ballet.

Mick