Thursday, April 29, 2010

The Dance

The Dance 
Jeanne Gripp

In the early morning twilight, the dancers frolicked upon the water.
The twisting and twirling soon gave way to sensuous intertwining.

Each passing moment caused more of the Dancers to arise. Never one alone but many together. Each with its own unique way of rising to greet the dawn. Their fingers stretching to touch the treetops. Every move a fluid motion of both love and death.

As the morning light crept upwards, the dance became almost frantic, the dancers trying ever so hard to make the magick last.
And as the sun breached the tree line, the morning mist was burned away from the pond. The Dancers disappeared and Day had begun.


Suzie said...

What a gorgeous photograph, and as equally, and very appropriate poem! I LOVED starting my day like this!

You are a woman of many talents!! Thank you for sharing them with us!

Zan Asha said...

Images and words are lovely!

Sarah said...

Oh hon..what a stunning photo..beautiful catch!! Wow!!
The words just as beautiful as the picture!! Wonderful post hon!
Hugs, Sarah

Jeanne said...

Thank you everyone for the kind words, but the photo isn't mine. It came from Microsoft's Graphics collection.
Sure wish it was mine, though.

Hoi Sum said...

Awesome picture and poem! I just love it!


richies said...

I love the misty fog rising on a cool morning. A beautiful peaceful scene.

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Brenda LaBell said...

Love the picture and such a beautiful poem!! Thank you for sharing it with us. I truly enjoyed it!


Sherry Byrum said...

Love love the photograph! It's so magickal and enchanting!