morning dance

wavelets dance
across the morning cove
skipping and hopping
with the cool breeze
playing ring around the rosie
with the shy sweet peas

Small Stones 38/2013

bright noon sunlight-
spills across the kitchen floor-
dancing with the broom

Note: It is a cold, drizzly, windy day – so what better time to…..

Dance Dance Dance

Oh, I take my baby
In my arms
And dance dance dance!

It tastes like stars
And feels like the moon.

Oh, I take my baby
In my arms
And dance dance dance!

It tastes like new
And it feels like now.

Oh, I take my baby
In my arms
And dance dance dance!

And he’s not me
And I’m not him.

Oh, I take my baby
In my arms
And dance dance dance!

— The Course of Our Seasons, Authorhouse Publishing 2011