Living the Dance

 Do you ever get the feeling this time of year when the earth is sheer and clean...

to twirl, light as feather across its floor like a graceful dancing queen?

 (but when I try to fit my feet to my fancy, rather than dancing
 it's more like a bumbling, stumbling, tumbling lurch;-)

Like a ballroom swept and polished

Gleams the earth, after the rain

Makes one want to twirl and sashay

‘cross the yard and back again

Makes one wish for wings to waft where

Birds and butterflies flit by

But I’ll settle for a soft chair

Of green grass beneath blue sky

Beauty is free for the making

Wonder is a world-wide art

Moments are like primed buds breaking

Into gardens of the heart

Always on the verge of morrow

Time soon sets today adrift

No one can afford to borrow

More than now’s momentous gift

Sailing, sloughing, slipping, sighing

Over seas of seasoned sod

Breath-by-breath living and dying

In a ballroom held by God

© Janet Martin