and i Dance

and i dance

Snow Angels dancing

between the Trees

as the gentle wind

tickles the leaves

giving them wings

i hear the breeze

rustling and awakening

at the top of the canopy

and the chorus joins in

singing in tones and notes

to be listened to

i stop all motion

within

and absorb this gift

of consciousness

for i may never witness this

again

somewhere there is a cold

but i feel it not

for there is a warm embrace

as i face

the universe of expression

during this session

of observance

and i dance

with the Angels of the Snow

© 4 January 2014 : william s. peters, sr.

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