Tiny ballerina snowflake, just where do you come from?
Why must you always melt away, in shinning of the sun?
You twirl in pirouettes of dance, settling softly to the earth,
as children make snowmen, that are rounded at their girth.
Your members are of crystals, and delight to brightly shine,
but won’t allow my hands to keep, to truly make you mine.
In a stillness of a clouded sky, you make the long decent,
from pinnacles of rooms aloft, to give to earth it’s tent.
Hush of midnight beckons, to the child who now is sleeping,
in dreams of winter wonderlands, as morning lite is creeping.
Once the night gives into day, kid’s rush to meet the morn,
to play in whitened fields of snow, till day relieves the sun.
Visits come as cold winds blow, as summer warm is sleeping,
to bring to life frozen fun, that’s meant for winters keeping.
A quiet song of falling snow, means gloves to keep me warm,
rosey cheeks, a runny nose and laughter for me and mom.
Lovely ballerina snowflake, just where do you come from?
Why will you leave, to go your way, in shinning of the sun?
Times we see, a gem to keep, as frozen clouds are weeping,
as crystal dancer’s live again, in winter dream’s for keeping!
Written By: Barbara A. Carlan 12/10/10
I wrote this poem recently for my grandaughter Katie. She lives in sunny Florida. At Christmas time one of their holiday themes is snowmen. One of my favorite ways to write is by viewing the world through child like eyes. I’ve always wanted to do a childrens book. I think the theme of this poem would make a good one. Hope you enjoy……Barbara