Winter Cabaret

Powdery white flakes descend
as though nature's wedding day.
A sprinkle of their glistening dust
falls without delay.
For soon the sun will rise
and melt it all away,
then nothing will be left
for the cabaret.

Now comes the dancing wind
to keep them on their toes.
Faster and faster they swirl -
the tree it stands in pose.
But soon the music stops
and so the pace it slows.

The party is all over
the flakes have disappeared.
Like fairies of the night
the warmth has interfered.
And cold it comes again
though it really is most weird,
for the winter cabaret
it hasn't re-appeared.