Dance with me.
Move your elegant ancient arms and embrace me closely.
Dip me low and lift me high into your atmosphere.
Dance with me if you will.
It’s cold and we can see our breath.
Dance with me over ice caps and frozen over ponds.
Dance with me over snow mounds and bare tree branches.
Tip toe and tap on hollow, freezing earth and listen to our echoing tap, tap, tap.
Cracking ice won’t stop us.
Snow mounds piled to their fill won’t stop us.
The winter and it’s cold won’t stop us.
Dance with me like we’re magical beings.
Dance with me until we’ve left winter to become a memory.
Dawning Creations 
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