snowy!

i think I heard
a little jazz chord
as my feet tickled
the ivory snow

even my scarf
was dancing
with its tassels
bouncing up and down
anticipating the next chord
disguised as a snowflake

and my musical mittens
were glad to be there, too
they collected chords
on the tips
until they were no longer mittens
but instead they were snow

and my singing shoes
were humming
a little jazz number
Ella Fitzgerald
couldn’t compare
to my shoes singing sweetly
as they tickled
the ivory snow