Dance toward Spring, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Elisabeth Sonrel - Dance Toward Spring (1904)

Elisabeth Sonrel, Dance toward Spring (1904)

Dance toward Spring

Wild woolly winter with its nasty chill,
Not as daunting as it may first appear.
Many times when it provides quite a thrill,
Especially when with those who are dear.

New fallen snow such a beautiful sight,
As it lays silent, to feel crisp clear air.
Calling for banking the fire for the night,
And a blanket with a love one to share.

There are days when the cold teases the skin,
And moments when it slashes as a lance.
Be brave shrug it off with a thoughtful grin.
Keep warm holding love one close as you dance.

Continue to dance all the winter long,
Soon it will be time to sing a spring song.