Dancing Limbs

   Hiking in the wood, waiting for the upcoming holidays I get a warm, gay
feeling about Christmas. It's bitter cold out, but my heart is a fire of warmth. I
see the bare tree limbs dancing in the winter wind.  All of last year's leaves have
fallen at last. The lines of the trees nicely fill up their place in the sky. Dancing back and forth, they sport their winter coats. In the winds, they dance slowly at times. Other times they dance and blow all over the place. In the sun, their coats shine. On the gray days, they are a show of beauty. In the star light, the shadows of the limbs dance on the snow. When they move they seem to be telling stories or to be fighting a battle amongst themselves. The wind flaps in the breezes and they create whistling noses. These limbs can paint beautiful pictures on the moon as I ride along the road at night. Sometimes, I feel like dancing along with the snowcovered limbs. They can form magical dreams in my mind, a tale only told to me.