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"Whirl Twirl Dance" Story:
This ethereal painting, "Whirl and Twirl Dance," beautifully illustrates a poignant poem about a winter queen and the profound connection one feels with nature's delicate artistry.
The story unfolds as the observer watches countless "crystal snowflakes trickling down" and "gently paint the land." One particular flake, described as a "winter queen" with an "ivory crown," descends and catches the observer's attention, seeming to fall "for me" directly from "her castle above the tree".
This singular snowflake is depicted as "fragile and fine as fresh blown glass," filled with "spins and royal twirl". Though initially intending to "step aside to let her pass," the observer is captivated when the flake stops and begins to "whirl," embodying the dance of a "billion snowflakes born at sea" and revealing herself as their "Queen dancing for me".
The poem emphasizes the mesmerizing "show of abstract snowy art" that "shimmered and shone," drawing the observer's eye. Yet, it is this specific "Queen" flake that "alone fell on my heart," creating a connection so deep that the poet questions, "How could a poet say goodbye". This profound moment leads to the observer dancing and swirling "content" to "embrace the gift heaven sent".
The poem concludes with a reflection that even when far from "My Great Canadian winter land" and exploring "springtime skies to roam," the warmth and understanding of this experience remain. It suggests that "Every step in this life is a chance / To whirl and twirl and dance," transforming the fleeting beauty of a snowflake into a metaphor for life's opportunities and joys. The image vividly captures this essence, showing a woman with a crown of ice and snow, gazing intently at a delicate snowflake held in her hands, embodying the serene and mystical encounter described in the verse.
The Poet's Words

I watched them gently paint the land White crystal snowflakes trickling down When suddenly one neared my hand A single flake with an ivory crown A winter queen falling for me From her castle above the tree
Fragile and fine as fresh blown glass Filled with spins and royal twirl I stepped aside to let her pass But she stopped and started to whirl A billion snowflakes born at sea And this their Queen dancing for me
Their show of abstract snowy art Shimmered and shone catching my eye But she alone fell on my heart How could a poet say goodbye And so I danced and swirled content To embrace the gift heaven sent
Now when I wander far from home My Great Canadian winter land And take to springtime skies to roam I fed her warmth and understand : Every step in this life is a chance To whirl and twirl and dance
E. Laurence Bake

