The following poem was written by my daughter, Rebekah, age 12. Not mostly written by her with help from Dad. It’s all her, aside from a couple minor editing suggestions. She’s gifted, I think. Of course, I may be biased. :)
The sun is gone, the night is near.
Snowflakes wake the pale, gray sky–
Flipping, whirling, dancing flakes,
Some with partners, others just fly!
As winds disperse the winter ball,
The friends take home a twisting path.
Morning breaks the joyful dance,
And the snowflakes come to a halt, at last!
The night is gone, the sun is near.
The dancers will be back — next year.