the dance

love inside me sometimes feels

i have more within than most
as the stars they wink and the
moon smiles just for me  

the crimson light at dusk

of the days’ sun, so too, waves
in its departure as if familiar  
while displaying a veil of gold
onto curdled cotton figures
soaring across the sky azure

a wind gusts friendly, lifting

skirts of trees as they sway
whilst my feathered friends
hang on to barren arboreal tips
whistling for my ears to hear

soon the autumn’s russet dress

around its shoulders wear
a shawl knit of white,
a cold vapors breath
moon beams make glisten
the winter’s night and the gray
shadows ask to join me in the dance