Sometimes it is the little things you notice when you are out there in the hustle and bustle of life that are the most memorable. They can pierce through the drear of everyday life - often that feeling that you are just enduring everyday life - and surprise you with an unexpected sense of joy and happiness.
This little poem describes one such moment.
Tiny Dancer
All grey surrounds your pirouette,
little feet flung lightly,
tapping the city pavement with
sparkling bursts of joy.
Curls bounce around your face,
blush cheeks and green eyes
focused intensely elsewhere.
You don't notice the drone of
traffic breathing diesal
in and out through the frost.
Pattering on gracefully,
your hands evade capture,
fluttering to heart music,
that tiny dancing spirit,
a gift to dreary winter.
About the Creator
Michèle Nardelli
I write...I suppose, because I always have. Once a journalist, then a PR writer, for the first time I am dabbling in the creative. Now at semi-retirement I am still deciding what might be next.
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