It is late morning: blue to bright green.
A figure in weave form and colour
gathers herself together in focus
and shimmers in shade of easeful movement,
before stepping shape-fully into sight.
The days of desperately pulling at handfuls
of golden hay had long gone past summer.
Now, she tilts her head towards the light
and simply raises her eyes to symmetry.
A face so fine and redefined with life
that an inner girl leaps up through clear eyes:
blue to bright green shining a spring delight.