A Fantasy Affair
One day I wandered to a meadow where
nature’s springtime was beyond compare,
for lovely flowers I saw dancing there
in May’s breeze, and fragrant was the air.
A woman swayed among the blossoms unaware
that I – a stranger – was entranced and could not bear
to turn away, so I crouched down low that I might stare
at this lass who lithely twirled and her face so fair!
Yellow daisies decorated her long hair
which shone like gold in sun’s dawning glare.
Her essence was that of someone with no care.
Alas! She spotted me. I’d given her a scare.
As she fled, I felt a sort of strange despair,
for the ending of an all-to-brief fantasy affair!
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