The Midwinter Dance
The sun hides its face
from the winter dance
As the sleeping sprites of cold fall to earth.
The winsome wind their
beauty does enhance
While the vapor of the
sky gives them birth.
The nymphs of snow
cluster on frozen ground
As the twisted trees shed their branches bare.
The stunted shrubs are
in the snowscape bound
While the sacred Gaia turns without care.
The intrinsic form
begins to emerge
As the napping nixies begin to wake.
The sun’s sweet rays are
straining to converge
While the radiant spring
doth winter break.
Time continues its eternal parade
Though the memories of
life melt and fade.