Blithely, she paused
on lithe limbs and bare feet,
her tresses flowing and fair,
gathered her skirt with delicate hands,
danced o'er the descending stair.

Suddenly, like a small bird
takes to wing in soft
fluttering flight,
she skimmed the ground
with barely a sound,
aglow in the afternoon light.

Ephemeral and brilliant
as evening sun,
she quickly passed from view,
an evanescent wraith on the breeze,
a melody lilting in blue.

~Klassy Lassy ~
October 10, 1993