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Published: Feb 18, 2010

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earth decided to take ballet lessons
from the moon--as you see
moon can spin beautifully
and earth wasn't jealous,
no,
earth had lots of things to grow

but earth took ballet lessons anyways

earth decided to do a pirouette
with moon--they had a tête-à-tête

"turn and bow down to the sun--
sun taught me, and we mustn't
forget to be grateful"

but earth was new to spinning so fast
earth spun too far left and passed
sun on its merry way
who shone brighter in surprise

glaciers on earth's mountaintops
caught the beams and shivered
in delight
they glowed crimson
sweet and bright

but only for a moment's time
as earth righted on its feet
earth found spinning rather neat

our solstice passed

earth learned ballet
and glaciers learned
alpenglow

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Fun poetry.

Prompt from

Solstice, Glacier.

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Alpenglow is a natural occurence when light bends in earth's atmosphere. You see it almost every day when the sun is setting and the sky turns a rainbow gradient colour.

Sometimes this occurs when the light bends and hits a mountain's face. The mountains turn brilliant shades of yellow, orange and sometimes a deep crimson.

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Any critique on the structure of this poem, plus the awkward rhyming phrases, would really help!

Received a feature Here. DLD on June 25th