BRIGHT LADY TALL IN QUILTED SUN

I wrote this poem years ago, when I was a young woman
myself. 

   BRIGHT LADY TALL IN QUILTED SUN

 Bright lady tall in quilted sun,
Cotton hair caught
In a shadow net of dancing leaves.
Waiting,
In silence,
Rose lips pressed petal to petal,
Her firm gaze fixing flowers
Upon the grass.

Dandelion rings on long thin fingers,
The wormy white stems bitten free
By snippety teeth.

She never smiles unless she wants to.
Young and tough,
There she stands,
Her pretty dandelion feet
Kicking shadows from her path.
Her cotton hair
Spinning a net,
Quilting the morning sun. 

                             © GWEN GRANT