Light through the window breaks
Nothing remains but whisps
Tiny dancers, snowflakes
Plumes, white crystal twists

They wander cold, lost
Through cold breeze swept,
Forced to dance in frost
Bullied by Boreas, they wept.

But like damsels, clad in white
Distressed they fell,
Flakes, not too bright
Melting in a dizzy spell

Whispering between them
Winter, winter commence!