Dance!
It’s a tenuous dance,
a blood-red dance,
held by a string and a prayerful hope.
Then the wind and a twirl–
Dance!
The risk of the fall is worth the dance now.
The forever mystery of death calls for joy now.
Why mourn the blood-red clinging,
in this the prelude?
Dance!
A p r o n h e a d -- Lilly Green 
What stunning photos and poetry, I’m so impressed!
Thank you. I keep stealing pictures off my neighbor’s tree. It goes through the most interesting changes.
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Great contrast !
they really do like they are dancing! wonderful! 🙂
Thanks!
I love this!
Thank you. The neighbor’s tree is darker in the trunk, but the top branches are pure white. The contrast caught my eye.
Have you ever thought about creating a book of these illustrated images? Your talent for poetry and photography deserves wider recognition.
Thanks for saying so. Maybe one day.
Wonderful … I don’t know what exactly I was expecting from the title of this blog, but not these incredible images and words!
Thanks!
The photos are absolutely beautiful and a very nice poem 🙂
Thanks a lot!
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