A Dance In Winter
A dance lives in winter time.
The dance of pursuing life
struggling among the harshness of nature to live,
shivering in chilled days of snow and ice.
You can feel the cold,
pressing in against your face,
drying out your lips as you lick them wet.
Your body aches and shudders in denial,
as you dress in layers upon layers of clothes
holding back the inescapable chill of frosty nights.
A cyclic round waltzing to the tango
repeating each morning rituals with the sun
as it appears rising just before the dawn.
It spins, it whirls and twirls throughout the day,
being a survivalists blending in this natural world
pursuing some secret call and purposing stance
simple as it is, winter comes to dance,
the dance and love of life as it survives
the winter of our lives.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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