Friday, July 25, 2008

Whirling Dervish

under the moon
she danced
in the snow
with her arms raised to the sky.

whirling like a dervish
she cut swaths through the powder,
releasing puffs of exhilarated

crystalline clouds
dusted her feet
as she moved.

she twirled and twirled
and the stars danced with her,
so happy to add to her mirth

and when she collapsed in the snow
in a fit of giggles,
they joined in

and the heavens rang with music.

~ from "a book of private conversations", copyright 22 july 2008.

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