The dance of dawn reflects the day of light
Flickering against snowy landscapes.
Dewdrops catch on the web of life
As shadows linger,
Twirling and whirling in a frightful frenzy.
Silence enshrouds their oblivious flurry
Never-ending as night falls all around,
Encircling the clouds of destiny.
In the dance as it endlessly circles
Spirits awaken and soar,
Glowing green against the suffocating blackness
As Time comes to a lonely standstill.
Good poem.