DANCING IN THE SNOW


After the leaves have fallen
When the trees stand barren
Light snow begins to fall
The air crisp on moist lips

A silent wind creeps from the east
Without warmth or promise of spring
A child walks a lonely street
Cheeks red and bitten by winter

The white flakes blow across the road
She dreams of the summer sun
Freely running through the grass
Barefoot, feeling soft blades between her toes

Her hair bundled tightly under her cap
Hands wrapped in mittens
The colors of winter clothes brighten her smile
She starts to dance with the swirling snow

In circles, now she delights
Movements subtle to the observer
Dramatic in her imagination
Surrounded by princes and horses

The world of youth she creates
Simplicity lost in complete wonder
She dances the magic of love
Everything around her belongs to her thoughts

Michael V Hechtman Copyright � 2001