En pointe...

My old toe shoes

Floating...feet above the air
Lightly touching down...breathing before ascending
Turning faster...the music's gentle swell
Eyes locked...critiquing the mirror's reflection

Vintage...

Labeled with everything inside and out
There are no secrets, you know how it came about
Aware of the impact, how you will feel
Once you have decided to explore beyond the waxen seal
Now, image if people came with the same things so you'd know
What you were getting into, so you could decide to stay or go
Would you take the chance, take the risk with yourself?
Or would you allow the unlabeled person to gather dust on a shelf?

Still...

Reservoir between Middle Branch and East Branch

Void of the geese making commotion
Not a sea, not an ocean
Ice desperately trying to form
Progress thwarted each time it gets warm
The heavens offer an apology and promise of a chill
Ever patient, standing motionless and perfectly still

Waiting...

Playing hide and seek
Waiting for tide to come in
A small boat graveyard