-Welcome back wind-driven dancers

Your white skin of crystalline; frozen rime; mature drops of water

it is

your time

Outside my window they dance for me and beckon

Alluring seduction as they chase and drive

circular, linear, bouncing…

together yet seperate

they herd my emotions

There is something special in the smell of air and their motions

Silent except the Winds speak

beckoning and calling and so

tonight we will dance on a floor of frost

ice cold heat

listen to the words, the music,

and always to live

the dream.