An encore snow powdered down overnight,
two inches of it. Just right. And the blue sky
and sunshine irresistibly lured me to come play.
Then it happened. That seldom-in-a-lifetime
and only if you’re very lucky event. I caught them.
The trees. Just finishing a twirl.
You know that moment when a dance ends
and the last note has just faded into silence?
That’s how it was. I could almost hear
them settling the way they do after
a gust of wind has passed through. And I swear
their branches were slightly bobbing, even though
the air was perfectly still now, holding nothing
but exuberance, left over, I am sure,
from the dance.