See the Winter Dance

I know that this is not the right time of year for this poem to be shown but it felt really good when I re-read it for the first time in several years. In any case, someone may come across this blog at some point in the future and it may well be winter.

Often when I am going through my old poems, or whatever, I look at them and actually question who I was when I wrote them. Guess I will never really know the answer to that question and the exploration of this whole area will be the subject of...what? Another blog perhaps, I shall have to water this seed and see what sprouts.



See the Winter Dance 22 Feb 97

See the winter dance
Across the fields
Through the trees
Among the scarecrows
Whose failed works
Allow the feathered fiends
To plunder the barren fields

See the winter dance
Watch her paint her
Frosted colours
Paling honours
In the fading sunlight
Shadows stretched between
The night and the day

See the winter dance
Between the lifeless trees
Upon the sleeping land
Over the frozen lake
Scattering, from her hands
The leaves, the snowflakes
The drifts that hold your dreams

See the winter dance
Dreaming, she holds
The summer in her hands.
Wishing for the days
When the warmth of his love
Touches her soul

See the winter dance
As she kisses the spring
Leading him in the dance
That leads to the new life
And to her death
Willing release
Though knowing that
She will return
Return --- so

See the winter dance




Till next time...in a different season...or maybe a different world.