Nature dances its ballet.
Rolling mountains touch the sky,
In this place, my getaway.
Blades of green grass gently sway.
Pollen twirls from low to high.
Nature dances its ballet.
In the creek, the water plays.
Crickets sing a lullaby
In this place, my getaway.
Lightning bugs are on Broadway,
As the moon begins to fly.
Nature dances its ballet.
Deer gallop, then grand jeté,
As the sun begins to rise,
In this place, my getaway.
The dance, at dawn, breaks away,
And it’s time to say goodbye.
Nature dances its ballet.
In this place, my getaway.
Danielle Dayney 
I really enjoyed your description of nature’s dance.
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Thanks! Glad you liked it.
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You did a really nice job of evoking a dance with the structure and rhythm of your poem. There are one or two places where the scansion’s a little iffy, but all in all it’s lovely.
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Thanks, Christine! Yeah I read it through trying to figure out how to make it better in a few places, but at the end of the day I liked the feeling of it and didn’t know how to fix it without to sacrificing the feeling I created.
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I love it, Danielle! My favorite line is “deer gallop, then grand jete”..Such a perfect comparison 🙂
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Thanks, Hema! Glad you liked it!
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I like the scope you’ve accomplished here—the passing of time, the changing of settings. It’s sweeping, but it makes sense.
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Thanks, Nathan! I’m glad you liked it.
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The vision of deer grand jete-ing makes me smile.
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Me too.
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You just reminded me of poetry again. I think I should start working now.
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Amazing photo and words. Thank you.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a amazing writer.
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