Snowglobe

minuscule figures wreathed in frost
twist and spin in an endless dance,
surrounded by diamonds of limitless cost,
sparkling in a tiny white expanse.
twinkling sounds still crack the air
as the pair continues, serene,
spinning in quiet with exquisite care,
chilled lashes rim a frosted green.
puffs of air escape their lips
every step is measured, precise,
as in their embrace, silver drips
and joins the globe of enchanted ice.

Inspired by The Night Circus