Snow angels fluttering down

A warm white fur blanket covers the earth

Sea of new white sprawling out

Yellowed by aging street lights

Shinning softly under the hazy faerie tale moon

Its followers gently falling down

Sweet radiant faeries dancing

Twirling, Swirling to music

The whispers playing a mellow tone

Against the taut bark of the pine

And the gentle needles hanging down

Lifting up dancers

Continuing on in their party

Falling and waltzing all around

Leading in an ancient ritual

Ending on the new carpet

Piling high above the grime

Cleaning away the day before

Long into the night

As watchers drift away

Into sleep filled with more faerie magic

To wake with the sun

As they slowly disappear