My heart is overflowing
With warmth;
The rest of me is turning
To ice
/
I walked into the ocean
Of snow
Which in bright moonlight glowed
Like a smile
/
A blizzard danced with me and laughed
Like a friend
And icy lakes embraced me kindly
Until
/
It was naught but their cold
I could feel
While my heart was over flowing
With warmth
/
I have loved my endless winter
To death;
I would keep on but my heart’s
Getting cold
I was in a blizzard in Buffalo, New York in 1985. Having lived almost all my life in Miami, Florida believe me – that was no dance.
I can imagine! For someone like me, on the other hand, who was born in the cold St. Petersburg and spends a fair amount of time in the icy environment of high mountains, being caught in a blizzard can sometimes resemble a surprise invitation to dance :). You learn to find peace and beauty in storms once you take surprise and fear our of the equation.