by Rebekah Choat

Terpsichore is loveliest in springtime –
blossoms bound up in her hair,
new life bursting forth beneath her feet,
graceful movements stirring the air.

Terpsichore is happiest in summer –
dancing through the wind and sun,
laughing when the little wavelets catch her,
frolicking till day is done.

Terpsichore is handsomest in autumn –
strong and self-assured and brown,
flitting here and there throughout the harvest,
gold and russet leaves her crown.

Terpsichore is stateliest in winter –
worth and wisdom in her face,
stepping confident in light and shadow,
gliding through the woods with grace.


Becka Choat is a lifelong lover of words who spends many hours each week in a room of her own, writing or reading and drinking coffee. Her book reviews can be found at www.beckasbookreview.wordpress.com, and her poetry and other musings at www.beckachoat.wordpress.com. You may also follow @beckachoat and/or @booksbybecka on Twitter.

Image by Mitzi Starkweather used with permission.

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