L'hiver de Langue

A winter poem in early Autumn :P [For Spidey's contest]

L’hiver de Langue

Sprinkle of crystal white ices fell down from the sky...
They glistened, in the dim light of the Christmas tree.
The north wind blew while the old autumn sighed.
Spreading their graceful message as they flee…

The snowflakes come,
flowing in a beautiful crowd.
Reminding us in their own lingo,
that winter has finally come…