Views and Variations
She dances in the light of the height of day,
Where laughter lingers and the bright things stay.
Her wings are scribed in citrus, flame, and wine—
A palette drawn from joy made divine.
She gathers all the triumphs we forget
And strings them up like lanterns in a net.
She spins her threads through clapping hands—
Where music lifts what worry understands.
A jubilant crowd, ablaze in gold and red,
Letting go of the weight of words never said.
Their joy is resounding, overpowering regret,
Mistakes still raw, or goals not yet met.
Find every good thing to rejoice in today—
Let gratitude grow like bright flowers in May.
Together in kinship or alone in the heart,
Heed the call to celebrate—take up your part.
The stories we tell can shape what we become—
So infuse them with joy for what’s yet to come.