Shunned At A Funeral - Twirl Redux

There in the heather you spin out your
And singing] laughter, feeding
The clover and grace chasing after
The wind in your hair like a banner unfurled
My bright little dancer, my whole
Little world snorts
And watching you twirl in the wide open
Light, I wonder what shadows will fall
With the night.
What storms will
Rise, what fears may swirl