DANCING WITH SNOW

The little flakes fell down like cheerful kids

just out of school. We watched and smiled to see

their festive dance. It seemed as though the lids

of spring had been popped off and snow was free

to swing like eager dancers as it fell.

The piles of snow had almost gone, and March

was helping us to say a glad farewell

to winter. The year was marching through the arch

of triumph into spring, and these waltzing flakes

of snow were celebrating, so we stood

and danced together with the snow. It takes

some luck to get to 74, and could

old age be any better than to sway

with snowflakes on an early springtime day?

(Note: Delycia and I feel lucky and proud to be old, and therefore we gladly use the phrase “old age”.)