They danced to gentle
rhythms of the wind.
Moving in music unheard
by the ear.
Launched onto
by breath and silent stance.
They danced against clouded sky,
to the right gracefully.
To the left divinely.
Up down in ballerina style,
until they landed.
Landed in a snow covered field.
where self could focus on dreams.
I looked out my window and saw flurries so this poem was born. Where ever you be be grateful for the Weather that allows one to pause and reflect.