The Snow Is Bittersweet

Today's poem follows the NaPoWriMo prompt to describe something magical or strange that takes place at night while no one is awake. I describe snow falling at night, but I try to make it seem more magical with my descriptions and the use of the wind god as a character. I hope you enjoy it.

 

The Snow Is Bittersweet
By Candace Shultz

The sun sinks below the horizon
And sleepy heads sink into beds.
A hush falls over the city
As stars wink from overhead.

The wind god whistles lightly, slowly blowing
The clouds as they ripple across the sky.
The air outside dips into the freeze 
And a single snowflake lets out a sigh.

As it begins to dance down to the ground,
A ballerina in the gentle breeze,
Diamond dust soon falls after,
Joining the first flake with ease.

The wind god laughs out a gust
And the snowflakes begin to hurry.
They twist and turn and twirl about.
They fall down in a flurry.

And when they can dance no more,
They settle in the street.
Like glitter, their crystals shimmer.
The snow is bittersweet.