Monday, August 15, 2011


dancing cloud watches the wind
blowing the clouds
maybe snow tomorrow

dancing cloud hears
the beat of the drums
feet stomping in time with them
but her hips would rather sway
to salsa rhythms

dancing cloud is quiet
and shy as she listens
to the girls chattering
all around her

she doesn’t know who she is now
but soon she will find her voice
and be heard
watching clouds moving
and changing shapes
she knows she is changing too
blending old and new
growing from girl to woman
a quiet feeling of joy inside
with her secret name
and she is dancing once again
copyright 2011 Linda H. Feinberg

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