Frost

Frost on the window panes
On a chilly Saturday morning–

Dad says that winter fairies
Have been dancing on the glass

Leaving crystalline footprints
As evidence of their winter waltz

So I run outside to look for them
Peering under rocks and twigs

And asking a chatty little squirrel
If he has seen them pass his way

Which is when I see them falling
From the castle of clouds above

So I spread my arms in welcome
And one lands on the tip of my nose