These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Spinning Heads, Slippery Feet

Spinning heads and slippery feet
above the rock-hard, shining lake.
The belly-flop and snowbank meet
to make me Santa's picture take.

My hair so fast behind me flies.
The razors carve great mounds of slush.
Cold water on my clothes applies.
The bed tonight will be quite plush.

Pirouette with showy limbs.
The movement never fully stops.
Fascinated eyes both swim
at pointed toes, that jump and hop.

Plumb the depths of ecstasy.
I'll catch you lithe before you fall.
The dancing rays of you and me
keep spinning swiftly and so tall.

We flop right down on sparkling glass
with sinews screaming, "We must rest!"
As sun sinks down o'er beau and lass,
we fly away most fully blest.

by Jay O'Toole
on December 31st, 2019