gaunt yarrow
White-out winter,
Contained in one arena.
Deep ridges engraved,
By silver edges.
Dancing across the ice,
With the grace;
Of ghostly snowflakes
Twirling to the ground
Twisting and bending,
Pivoting around,
A ragged pick.
Leaving snow dust,
Sparkling and glittering.
As it's thrown around,
Through leaps and spins,
Then back to the ground.
Like twining tinsels,
Backs stretch backwards.
Hands meet blades,
To bring legs higher,
The metal glinting,
Circles of powder,
Left to be picked up,
By another snowflake
Dashing by.
The next snowflake glistens,
And their edge prepares;
A roar and a crunch,
As they leave for the air.
Floating with elegance,
Pulling in with fervour,
To fall with the rest.
Another snowflake has fallen.
Once they rise and gleam
Glistering softly,
Catching lights
Looping around,
Snaking past,
To soar and float,
And flurry once more.
Fog swirling,
To the Dutch waltz.
Minuscule ice crystals,
Adorning with lustre,
Weaving through ice statues,
Sweeping legs, stretched arms.
Pirouetting, airborne,
In the Dance of the Snowflakes.
dry ermine
sick kettle
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