Seen along the East River pathway near Carl Schurz Park, after Winter Storm Stella.
walking the winding
east river path
just after snowfall
a few people
scattered here and there
weak, distant lights
straining to be seen
right where the path turns
i see a ballerina
dancing alone,
seizing solitude,
her arms fighting
the pull of the wind
though she has no audience
empty benches
line up to watch her
and the river reflects
her every move
as i approach her stage
she catches my eye
stopping, for a moment
than completing her pirouette
twirl, bend, twirl, bend, twirl
moving gracefully into the night
no music
just the silence of the city
and the crunch of the snow
beneath her feet
SKETCHING A STORY 
Sara I LOVE this! ❤ Xoxo
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Thank you mom! XOXO
So good. So poetic
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Thanks Uncle Rod!
So few yet so well chosen your words give me the gift of also being a spectator at such an unexpected wintry delight.
Love PapaXOXO
Thank you Papa xoxox
This is wonderful Please submit it to a literary journal
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I will, thanks Uncle Rod!
TY for capturing, and allowing us to witness, such a strange beauty.
I love it.
Thank you so much for your comment Julie!
This is beautiful, Sara! Thank you for sharing your amazing talent with us. We love it. Aunt Mary & Uncle Hugh xoxo
Thank you, Aunt Mary and Uncle Hugh! xox
I can see Sara there. The beauty, solitude, winter silence, the Ballerina moving with form and grace to natures gift. Everything that Sara needed to inspire her beautiful poem. Sara, your are truly gifted !
Thank you so much for your comment! That means a lot