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.

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