NORWICH YEARS AND BEYOND: : DEER CROSSING

DEER CROSSING THE ICE

Wood nymphs frisking on the frozen lake,

I see them as I ski around the bend.

They could be leading Pan a merry chase,

Curvetting to a fanfare of March wind.

I yearn to join them on the silver stage

With sunlit birch and cedar scenery,

Lift and bend in an ecstacy of grace,

Dance to the pulsing universal heartbeat.

As David danced at the altar of the Lord,

As wavelets dance on the bosom of the land,

Jete on the wind, the bold leap forward,

Bow and retreat as birches learn to bend.

Hooves and tails melt on a wooded isle.

I blink to clear the water from my eyes.