Wild Dance
Deanna dances with wild abandon,
robed with mist moonlight
and the magical mysteries
of velvet night and sequined stars.
She moves to the energy rhythms
of changing moods, love tides,
and sense storms swirling within her.
Then she opens her arms at last
to the quiet applause of Nature
as snowflakes gently descend
with angel-kisses for her face.
March, 1998
Flowerpoet 