I C E D A N C E R
In engaging a walk, on a Winter's crisp morn,
On a snow-feathered path,
Glazed with ice-ladened branches,
Lies a Pond of most striking impression,
Mother Nature's Kiss.
Crystalized Ice in the shape of a Heart,
An ardor of Winter's Majesty.
Subtle breezes stir the Pines,
As I step towards the Mirror-like Pond.
Wafts of Snow leave their landing
And looking up I'm bedaubed,
With a breath-chilling freckling Snowmist.
And the Pond, an image of Celestial capture,
A figuration of amorous grandeur.
Its surface in shades of Silver and Amber;
Kaleidoscopic, from the young Sun in Birth.
A spindrifting Breeze
Snares the cusp of my Nose,
And my eyes close.
The Wind changes course, and am soon alerted
To a clarion Whisper before me.
I open my Eyes with anxious Emotion,
And behold a most Utopic Impression.
'Tis a Maiden donned softly in White Linen gown
Kneeling, poised, at the edge of the Pond.
Lacing gold bladed skates, clad with Pearl-studded Leather,
Reflecting its Beauty, towards the new Rising Sun,
And nodding her head, she has acknowledged my awed presence.
I respond with a Shy, Boyish grin.
Then a curling, sweet Smile adorns her Lips
As she engages the ice, and begins her dance.
Swirling, encircling, indulged in her Whimsy, each Movement
A freeze-frame of Grace...
My Breath far behind me, as she raises her arms,
And with her Eyes, she beckons me closer.
Sweat on my temples, Sun gaining strength...
I haven't much Time, for Daybreak has sprung.
Mother Nature no Friend now, to my Lady in waiting;
I must counter and lay her to Shade.
I stumble to the Pond, but alas, I descry,
As all's left be an Oval of crisp, muddled water,
A Teardrop, as I watch in open Sorrow,
And the Wonder if my Lady had escaped her Eclipse,
And the Soulburning Hope, that this not be a dream.
So I'll sit by this Pond, wait for night's frosted stage,
And my Icedancer's Encore.........
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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