dance

dance of the daffodils

By Carla A. Romarate-Knipel

your yellow bonnets

nod shyly as the breeze kiss

your radiant faces.

sleeping through winter

you are awake, in full bloom

yearning for the sun.

in awe, I watch you

with joy and delight, my lips

curved into a smile.

this almost-spring-day

you bend and sway, while birds sing

songs that warm my heart.

Carla A. Romarate-Knipel,

You and me.

We.

Together.

Let us dance while the storm is raging

Even if we step on each other’s toes, let us keep looking

into each other’s eyes.

Let us feel the beat in our hearts,

that rhythm of love that won’t give up

the music of memories that holds us up

unbowed

unfazed

by the gloom.