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.
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