Ebony fingers flexing against sky
wholeheartedly exposing
hidden selves,
indulging artistic truths
as they leave off
green responsibility.
Finally bare,
exultant,
they pose
flexible
in wild abandon,
glory revealed
in art and line.
Bowing in dance,
arching in ecstasy,
twisted in aged wisdom.
Fourth season ballet
always graceful,
never bleak.

I like the flow of this, sort of like a graceful dancer, the words reflect the action. Nicely done.

Les

thanx, holly. nice piece.

Peter

"green responsibility" I like it...the sound of it...the poetry of it evokes several images at once. Nice poem, Holly.

Joe