A Little Shepherdess

Blue faded. The same horizon, the same clouds changed by brushes from an impressionist painter. The lavender sky blushes and the crest of the cheery trees beams as the wind hums, enticing belated bumblebees. Twigs rattle waking a little shepherdess bellow. Amber eyes browse the dusky glen. She whistles, summoning her hound and ties her undulating hair with a butterfly. She engenders a ballroom below the tree’s canopy. and abandons her boot, her cap, her apparel. A blushful wind sews a new dress with dead leaves. She tiptoes on the top of the grass blades and two small primroses flourish on her face as the tender breeze takes a rhyme from her lips. The tangling grass tickles her feet and a perishing sunray slips between the leaves to reach her cheeks. She hoovers free and twirls making herself a target for distracted bowmen… .. her dog barks and she eyes down to a basket with four remaining heart-shaped berries. Night arrives and starlight precipitates. The little shepherdess greets the drops of rain with a spin. Listen, listen to the lingering melody.