The rhythmic beat of the lion dance brings a warmth to the downtown Amherst streets that cuts right through the February chill. Watching the community gather from the Common to the local storefronts reminds us that tradition is best kept when shared across every open doorway.
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On a winter day in Amherst town, When early dusk is settling down, The drums awake the waiting street, With steady hands and dancing feet. From fire doors in painted red, The lion lifts its bright-stitched head, It bows to luck, to years gone by, Then greets the hope that's passing by. Through downtown paths the colors roll, A cloth-bound heart, a borrowed soul, Each cymbal crash, each measured spin, Invites the coming fortune in. At teahouse doors and kitchens warm, The lion pauses, takes its form, Bestowing luck from stop to stop, Where laughter steams and woks don't stop. At two o'clock the journey starts, Through careful time and beating hearts, Each moment marked, each doorway blessed, No hurried step, no second-guess. From bowl to cup, from spice to steam, The streets themselves begin to dream, That luck can walk, that joy can stay, And lead the year the proper way. When drums grow soft and lions rest, The town feels lighter, quietly blessed, For in the cold, the old, the new, Amherst remembers what to do.
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