The bright-eyes breathless girl barefoot across fields,
Fading sun in her eyes and her straw hat clasped
With one hand, a sculpture of flawless definition,
Supple animation, spellbound as summer collapsed.
Grey skies spilled chains of rain that melted her dress,
Patterned with daisies until against her lissom figure
Hugged with moisture, a fabric of growing transparency,
She splashed on sodden ground with youthful vigour.
She laughed at nature’s soaking of her golden tresses,
And with balletic grace, her mind absolved of all care
Hurtled gasping through the barn door and fell upon
New mown hay, bright-eyed breathless and laughing there.