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The Winter Waltz

For Winter Lovers to Contemplate by Warm Firesides

By Fierce SisterPublished 7 years ago 3 min read
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Old Jack Frost reminds you that the passing of life is always meant to be a beautiful and honored thing.

His delicate hand throwing glisten and sparkle over mulch and decay — His is a selfless act, a death defying beauty.

In winter moments, before the sun rises, your feet can walk on stars, crunch through galaxies and flatten Glitter Mountains.

You can see fractals where old Jack has crept his icy fingers along the skin of leaves, like lightning bolts preserved in time.

This new and wondrous landscape takes your breath and turns you into Dragon, as young souls blow their smoke and laugh, hands outstretched with imagined wings and old folks create small bellows, whisperings, from a time when they once knew fire.

In this intricate sea of glitter, we forget what lies beneath.

A new energy begins with clean cool air and scarves and coats that smell musty from the damp of summer.

we see each others eyes once more as dark glasses are removed and winter smiles start to spread, like with all things, we take off masks when things are dead.

But do you see?

Death is not a monster to be feared! He walks with beauty and grace, turning over life with a gentle flick of his cape. He and his frosty friends are a strange and misunderstood attraction to be seen, but they so love to spread joy when they are ordered to take, remind you of fresh life and sparkle in their wake.

We forget that when Death walks on earth,

Each and every time,

He has many designs

To bring us together,

Be it around trees, or coffins, or frozen lakes.

He reminds us how to live life, and he tries to do it as gently as his roll allows, reminding you that love is your most valuable trait (sometimes he is frustrated that we remember this too late).

He, Jack, and Snow wait as long as they dare before slowly and quietly rising into the air,

To dance a silent waltz for winter, spreading their beautiful sleep with each turn.

And so it is, when their dance is done, and the death of things covered with the twinkle of these three and their gliding footsteps,

Death and his friends take their bow in the light of spring,

And as slowly as they came, they thaw, taking with them the shroud they draped over all new beginnings.

What an unveiling it becomes! What a great surprise! What joy to receive these real presents and true blessings, as baby life begins, bouncing and dancing it's way to meet spring,

And so it goes, and so it goes, and so it goes.

But have you noticed?

not once do we thank Winter for his strange guests.

How sad that we do not acknowledge all the beauty we find, when death has danced in his greatest design.

How sad for Jack that he is scraped and salted away without a thought for his great display.

And how sad for snow that she is here so quickly, that we only miss her when we see her picture...

So if either of these great comrades comes to dance for you, thank them for the unlikely gifts that they bestow,

Be it a frozen flower, or dancing dragons or kisses after presents are received.

If you have lost someone to old frost, know they are dancing with the masters of the waltz!

Take a look at what is left in their step, a gathered family or a heart-breaking hug,

For in the winter of life, we find love.

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