Adrift, a-meadow in spring color,
Daisy, daffodil, dandelion,
A signal flag wrinkles and flaps with motion;
Awash, a-drizzle dazzle of rain.
A girl floats to the tides current
Happy to hale the freedom of her new skirt
Happy to wave in high air, so pretty.
Cotton dyed, swishing to and fro to rise
With fall and jump jump each skip
The streetlight beacon beckons:
Twilight light approaches, roars
To subdue the bright colors.
She rounds the sound, the curbside corner
And runs down the street,
Smiles line porches as “happy sailing”
affirms kind porch-side mothers
Twilight meadows become bedewed
Not by Marching drizzle but rather
Drain down streets to storm-drains in April fashion
Thunder cracks and the skirt
Safely ties herself down to the home-harbor
Breeze billowing flapping skirt:
A-ruffling akin to spinning in a springy summer field