Little Ballerina

  Imagination stands in the road, conducting music, ubiquitous as a little girl dreams She is a prima ballerina dancing in the clouds Rain, no match as she clutches her skirt in her hands Her steps measured, softened by the mist Arabesque, En Avant, Chassé   Her arms hold a dozen invisible roses as she moves… chassé, chassé Skies simmer as she raises her sapling … Continue reading Little Ballerina