Wing footed winter’s dance is of grey skies,
bare branch silhouettes in silver gowns
dormant magic within icy poses
brilliant halls bedecked with frosty flowers.
Into the Grand Ballrooms of springtime
a sweep of pastel ball gowns - all awhirl
Fresh pirouettes agleam with sparkling dew
To bring alive the dreaming garden songs.
Until the partners change at summer’s start
Now gowns sway green- as green as willow boughs
And all the maiden’s heads are strewn with flowers
While love renewed replaces all past cares
Then as the leaves turn slowly - red to brown
All regal shades of velvet now adorn
The dancers bow - the way of beauty flown
Their hearts have pledged a promise to return.