makes them dance
Exposing head and neck
to ice chill blows
It is unpleasant.
retreat to a deep
sheltered place within.
The path changes direction
And now the wind is at my back.
I replace my hood and
The warmth feels pleasant
As excited air blows all around me
Swirling puddles into
hypnotic patterns and shapes
A liquid reflection of how things change.
weaving in and out of each other's paths
Masters of stillness in motion.