The Winter Dance
03/2000

The falling snow dances gracefully
like little ballerinas floating in a sharp brightness;
slowly fluttering in the brisk air
before landing soundlessly upon their wooden stage.
The smooth, silent movements
resonate like a thousand beating drums
spreading tranquility with the vigor of a wild brush fire.
Their flawless performance leaves me in awe
as they take a final bow upon this wooden stage
they spin once again into the air
only to land slowly upon my shaking hand.

 

 

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