Sparkler

A glitter whirl, the little girl
is weaving as she waves her wand;
a sparkler in dark November;
rockets soar at her command.

 

Then fountains of their falling glow
turn into falling flakes of snow
and fireworks that brightly twinkle
turn into fairylights and tinsel.

 

But time, just like a rocket, flying,
her wand becomes a Dandelion;
the snowflakes, feathered seeds of white;
the bonfire, sun fire blazing bright.