February Shadows

They are gentle! -- Barely visible
on the gray snow there are traces of them.
Patterns flutter ribbons,
gray-haired beauty Winter.

They are like prophetic messengers,
the coming girl of Spring.
Like proud Spaniards,
in flamenco dancing I dream.

Theyre like echoes, mirages,
stories timid notes.
Grow, and build floors,
poems and songs that so tag.