Mama yells, “don’t get your frock dirty,” as
she skips away to play among wren tinkles
and sunbeams through tall stands of pine.
Bursting from the dappled path, she glimpses
where silver ripples the mere speck of a lake;
a dancing gingham butterfly flits as flowers sway.
Casting off her cap and all the rest, she tip-toes
amongst the pretty-colored stones and laughs
before diving curl-first into cool deep yellow green.
Howl echoes wake her on the sunset shore.
Dusk-chilled, she shivers as she worries through
standing and slinking silhouettes, towards home.
Shay is today’s host for The Sunday Muse.