Poetry: Whirl Twirl Dance

I watched them gently paint the land White crystal snowflakes trickling down When suddenly one neared my hand A single flake with an ivory crown A winter queen falling for me From her castle above the tree

Fragile and fine as fresh blown glass Filled with spins and royal twirl I stepped aside to let her pass But she stopped and started to whirl A billion snowflakes born at sea And this their Queen dancing for me

Their show of abstract snowy art Shimmered and shone catching my eye But she alone fell on my heart How could a poet say goodbye And so I danced and swirled content To embrace the gift heaven sent

Now when I wander far from home My Great Canadian winter land And take to springtime skies to roam I fed her warmth and understand : Every step in this life is a chance To whirl and twirl and dance

E. Laurence Bake