She is forever standing
at our secret pond
beneath our loving tree.
Welcome late-spring breeze
lifting summer dress and hat
ever so slightly.
She is dropping a rose
frozen forever in time
it cascades from her hand.
Around her, the pond
the cat-tails, the bird song
all captured deliciously.
She is smiling playfully
as rose follows petals
to rest amidst lily-pads.
A buzz of bumblebee
breeze dancing leaves above
mid-morning sun seems to kiss her.
She laughs hearing her name
turns with anticipation
burned forever is the sight.
Even as life continues...
for that split second
her beauty is immortalized.
(11200097) Copyright © 01/17/2006 Daniel James Burt
