KT

A brush of slender tone and lively eye
As evening's eastern light on darkling hair
Refined her style and carriage hastening by;
A knot was cinched—a turn and she was there!

Adept and standing taller than she was,
Now lit, now limned in graceful silhouette.
A one who finds élan in what she does
Her choring flew, as lively eyes were met.

And oh the promise—stirring as the sky!
Bright masque on artless affability—
Renewed veneer of self inflicted lie;
The nacre layered single grain of plea.
     And lone it is in passions never slowed,
     Exposed of age, of longing, and the road.

   posted by Stephen at 4:50 PM | Plink