Chilled Ballerinas

Outside frost-etched pane, winter’s first flakes freely

 fall,  coating pine trees dressed for season.

Sleet bounces off window. ‘Neath snow laden

 evergreen boughs, moonlight reflects on

 icy crust of nature’s wintertime mirror. Along walkway,

crooked fence posts topped with ice cold caps

poke playfully through scalloped drifts awaiting

 morn’ of new sleds.

gusty winds briskly

twirl fresh- fallen hexagons

chilled ballerinas