Here she comes, a silhouette,
she'll dance 'til dusk is done.
Through gilded gums, freshly wet,
she'll absorb the sinking sun.
.
What nature here creates,
she'll draw upon that source.
In looping figure-eights,
she'll trace the ribbon's course.
.
With feather-like finesse,
she'll ride the evening breeze.
Light-footed, as a princess,
she'll adorn this glade of trees.
.
Born to dance, she's her mother's child,
so it's not by chance, she's like-wise styled.
© Tim Grace, 28 January 2011
Revised: 3 September 2022
About the Creator
Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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