These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Anaphora: "Dance in the Seasons"

Dance among the coldest blowing.
Dance, when all would stay in bed.
Dance as naught would seem be growing.
Dance err frost should cause thee dread.

Dance among best buds and blooming.
Dance as weather brings thee ease.
Dance 'mid rainclouds always looming.
Dance when colors joyful please.

Dance in green grass fields of glowing.
Dance as sunbeams pound and beat.
Dance when tasty crops are showing.
Dance as dog days start to greet.

Dance and jump into the colors.
Dance as nip is in the air.
Dance as streets are filled with runners.
Dance as Earth shows newest flair.

Dance around the year a-singing.
Dance as joy doth fill thy head.
Dance and see the flocks a-winging.
Dance and smile without a dread.

by Jay O'Toole
on January 22nd, 2019