Winters dance …

The sun hangs high, a diamond bright,
And floods the world with golden light.
Upon the lake, the ice is still,
A vast expanse, beneath the hill.

A dusting snow, like sugar spun,
Adorns the path the skates have run.
It powders deep the shadowed pine,
While here the crystals bravely shine.

With rhythmic stroke, the blades go by,
They carve their art across the sky.
The wind it bites, a chilly sting,
But winter’s song is here to sing.

No clouds to dim the brilliant blue,
Just honest cold and heaven's hue.
The world is fast, the heart is light,
Gliding through the endless white.