Anonymous
Karyn Indursky
Small hands lift and hold onto crushed
grape parsley linen while worn leather feet
run freely as wild horses
without worrying about goldfinch hair
fanning in the sun's beaming rays
while her electric blue eyes laugh
at her Golden Retriever barking agreement
to losing responsibility to be of
beautifully colored butterflies flapping
like her ribbon tied back
with grasshoppers leaping in weeds
after sunset settles beneath tranquility
for being her quilted frame of her day
amongst nature's portraits.