Shadow Dancing Two

In the throws of deep mid-winter comes a warm day, raining softly beneath the sun, gentle calmed zephyrs breeze in ease in and out the undressed trees and suddenly alert and alive the woodland creatures thrive; a scurried squirrel here, a fluttering wren there and life carries on seemingly without care, but the drops. small and tenacious fall upon the energizing pall and across the browning grass winter life is happily cast twisting and turning in the faint light of day shadow dancing in the morning gray.