The Last Dance

As the winter slowly slides into spring, Jack Frost comes slipping into town for one last fling. He tiptoes almost shyly through the crocus dusting their tiny heads with just a little powdery snow as the wind starts softly to blow. He dips his head and offers his hand to Mother Nature for one last dance before he departs to wait for another winter to come.

They start slowly with a grand stately step, back and forth they dance as the wind and snow join in the prance. Past your windows they go. Jack leaves his last love note on the glass, as they go hurrying past. Faster and faster they whirl as the wind picks up and the snow starts to twirl. Back and forth the dancers go as the trees start to sway and keep time with the beat. Uphill and down, go forth and retreat. The snow whirls about in a frenzied step as if it too can hear the music of the dance.

At last, at last, Jack begins to tire, the wind starts to calm, and the snow starts to settle. He bows to his partner and kisses her hand. Off to his bed he goes in his snowy land, to dream of the day when the snow starts to fall, the wind starts to hum and he offers his hand for more dances to come.

@ Cheryl Coons Spring 2009