watch the snow dance

I like to watch
The snow dance outside my window.

Sometimes it twists and turns in an aimless fashion 
While other times it pirouettes and leaps

Some flakes dance in groups while others 
Twirl solo 
In one beautiful moment they all loop in unison
In a wonderful curl

There are points when 
It looks as if smoke curls and spins 
Outside with the wind

Then time stops 
As my gaze locks on a single flake
I track its moves
As it collides and spins around others 
Then finally drifting out of view

I like to watch
The snow dance outside my window.