A Winter Ballet


A Winter Ballet

By Michele Habel-Coffey


Cold, white, floating dancers

Spinning Winter’s tale

Each wears a crystal costume

Glimmering in the veil


Of November’s graying skyline

Cloud clusters curing ice

To shed upon the masses

Nature’s minted spice


She’ll coax us into slumber

With a powdered sugar dream

Where behind the heavy lids of all

Are visions of the Spring


When colors find us once again

Pushing back the glistening white

‘Til then I’ll curl beside the hearth

And drink in the dancing night

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