Ballet Dancer

Across the bar she lifts

her leg, straight and stiff

as a frozen tree branch.

In the dance studio

Does our journey seem,
As if we are,
Naïve students in a ballet class of life?
Constantly seeking to balance
Emotions and

She flitted out onto the stage.

Her feather costume pearly sage.

Her steps were delicate and light.

Much like an eagle,

“The Vernal Dancer”

A fair haired youth preps for her performance

Wearing a gown of flowers about to bloom

She

Tell me grandmother if you had the chance

Would you have been a ballerina and learned to dance

And the granddaughter dressed