Snowfall

Dancers twirling

Before

Landing

A suicidal jump from the clouds.

A ballet of final flight,

Dancing like there's no tomorrow.

White roses land at their feet,

Whistling wind salutes their final bow.

But no one witnesses their final fervor,

Desperate for one last pirouette.

Then accepting the curtains calling,

One last sweep of the arms, one final bow

Of snowflakes falling.

A gentle glory before

Warm earth dissolves the white of snow.

Nothing to memorialize their final dance,

Nothing but wet sidewalks

and water escaping down the drain.