Her Flaxen Hair

water runs full free and fast flowing down cliffs through meadow and marsh carrying effluent on its back time rules the hour wheels turn winds blow over fields of grain swaying like waves rolling with the tide and her flaxen hair streamed like silk ribbons flowing golden and fair as she rode in the balmy summer air she rode across meadows stretched long and wide like a dark messenger on a mission to hell she paused beside a soft sandy mound that breathed a sigh and a message ushered forth from deep within its depths only she understood then turned mounted her ride and rode into the wind with abandon her flaxen hair streaming like fine silk ribbons trailing behind she never looked back at what was left behind she rode and her flamen hair flowed full and free on the soft balmy breeze riding by her side