She was a dancer, but I never knew
What style. It was only briefly
Important, like a plot device
That is never mentioned again.

Today, I am reminded of her by
A woman who looks nothing like her,
And yet appears just like her,
At least if I don’t look too hard.
Perhaps that merely shows
How little I really knew her.

One thing I know for certain, though,
Is that she too was a child of
The spring, born as the world was
Reborn in the land of woods and water.

As the days lengthen and the trees awake,
I hope she feels her love for the world
Returning, the whispers of the trees
Drawing her back to dance in beauty
As she begins another voyage
Around the Sun.

04/10/2025

Posted on 09/21/2025
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