I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.
When the first thaws,
bring silver white rivulets,
when the first warm breezes,
begin to whisper to me –
I want to dance with the wind.
Dance with the wind,
to welcome the spring,
to find the way back,
to skies of blue,
white clouds drifting by
and the sun with rays so warm.
When rivers flow freely,
having broken the chains of winter,
when seas start rushing to sun drenched shores,
my feet begin tapping
and I want to go dancing with the wind.
To swing and twirl.
in meadows full of wildflowers,
to wave to the birds on wing
and happily sing of spring.
To go dancing with the wind,
along the seashore,
hear the cries of gulls flying by,
bringing back the carefree days
and knowing that soon summer will come along,
meanwhile enjoying all the beauty –
dancing with the wind.
© 2019 Gypsy Rose Lee
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on May 18, 2019:
Thank you, Ruby. It is wonderful to dance along with the wind.
Thank you, Shauna, and yes, let's go dancing!
Shauna L Bowling from Central Florida on May 17, 2019:
I want to go dancing with you, Rasma! This poem is so visual. It put a smile on my face and rhythm in my soul.
Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on May 16, 2019:
Look what you've done, made me want to go dancing. Beautiful poetry!