Tonight We Dance

Tonight we closely dance,
deep within my fevered mind.
A slow and happy romance,
no ice, no cold to find.

All I want is a warm Spring.
Flowered faces starting to show
as the newly arrived birds sing
and green, beautiful grasses grow.

I shiver and turn up heat
thinking of a flowered field;
petals and stems grow neat.
Bees and the honey they yield.

I want a hummingbird's wing beat
not barren covered fields of snow.
Fresh flowers would be a treat,
pretty blossoms all in a neat row.

Nothing green in the cornfields,
just snow spots on barren ground.
Its slow cold ax, winter wields.
Burrowed, waiting Spring sleeps sound.

Tonight we closely dance,
deep within my fevered mind.
A slow and happy romance,
no ice, no cold to find.