To the young lady

summer sun fills windows
with burst of crimson and yellow blooms,
trumpeting blues and shadows of winter

golden glow envelops your body,
colt with long flowing legs, not a child
but a budding teen, newborn butterfly

your brownish eyes, still innocent,   
look at me like the clear water by creek, 
gently flowing and trusting the wind

do not hurry to grow up quickly,
I say but tarry awhile and run in fields,
chasing squirrels and red breasted robins     

cusp of leaves fall on your long hair, 
as you chat and giggle with friends, 
portrait of woman to be, full of promise 

do not fall in love with boy just yet,
I say but with the wonder of crystal raindrop
and wingspan of the eagle above   

blow dandelion seeds in afternoon sky 
as you walk home,  forever framed, 
as it is the best time to be, just my daughter




Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads   
and D'verse Poet Pub:   Triversen   


picture credit:   here