I did some tweaking to this poem -
Fairies shrouded in white, dancing, whirling
left and right,
sporting the winter game
Swirling beyond,
They turn and in step
follow the icy wind.
Fairies,together,
Spin and spiral about.
Above the white below
That reaches up
to touch the grey sky –
The veil of morning.
At last the fairies come to rest
and gently settle on
the mound below.
Swiftly, they vanish
into one with all that fell.
