Winter turns the spirit out. Leaves go red and fall. Snowy silence sits about. I wonder at it all, But know the proof comes in the spring When leaves and flowers bloom When birds again have warmth to sing And outside’s like a room.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge where the theme is “The Coming of Winter/Winter’s Breath” or “Playing with Light”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. I realized that I don’t understand all that I think I do. No matter how bad that might seem, my smile comes from also realizing that it isn’t all that bad.
Also linked to dVerse Quadrille. De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is hosting with the word ‘spirit’.
While algae's greening in the swamp And ogres in the forest romp, The villagers would have a dance, A masquerade, and take a chance Some ogre with a fairy might Pretend to waltz then start a fight.
They've never liked each other much Although I’ve heard they sometimes touch. I’ve even heard they sometimes kiss, But I'd doubt all reports of this. There’s rumors, too, they even love-- What can these fools be thinking of?
Our dance may tease some fears away And help some find kind words to say. It's safer meeting through disguise When gazing in each other's eyes. They won’t forget what each has done, But from the present, who can run?
We'll have that dance, no matter what. True, worried folks must worry, but Tonight we'll take a chance on change. Let something, somewhere rearrange, Then, whether they like it or not, They'll get the love they've always got.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting with the theme of descriptive detail. I hope the description of the swamp and the dance fits.