Alina Liu

Blossom In The Snow

the music starts and i slowly lift my head
and flutter open my eyes to the blinding lights.
a silent glow,
as my face is revealed
to hundreds of on looking spectators.

dancing the part
of a flower blossoming in the snow,
i begin to stir
and rouse from a dreary sleep.
movement is slow at first.

warmth spreads throughout,
buds begin to unlock,
and crimson petals proudly bloom
through the brutal frost,

beauty bursts out of my heart
and elegance fills my soul
up to the very tips of my fingers.

As i lift the white, flowing fan,
silk cascades through the air like a wave.
it drifts like magical little snowflakes:
sparkling, silent, and pure.

i can’t help but rest a passionate smile upon my face,
breathing in and out the measured pulse of the music.
cellos crescendo into a deep and powerful resonance
as the flowers dance in the morning’s first twilight,
twinkling with the remnant of ice turned to dew.

giddy from spinning in circles without spot,
i suppress a giggle and finally sigh back into the beginning pose.
Sounds dim and flowers relax into place.
One final beat plays, and i breathe in and then out.


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