SHE SAT

She sat soft and round toed
in the meadow of day’s
green and gold,
slightly obscure,
gloaming.

My thoughts were red trains
on curved tracks and bridges
fearless and far off
rambling,
evermore roaming.

The sun peered from earth’s edge
as spirited breeze blew coolly across,
her hair tangled and ready
for an eve of rich,
oh so sweet, loving.

We walked over ground large
spread out between us,
spent sacred from months
of hopeful sad yearnings.

Grasses and insects rejoiced
in the twilight’s glad opening
of sheen,
as joyful utterance completed
and bathed shining clean
this exuberant,
once thought impossible,
scene.