For Abby
Hair ribboning in the
Breeze, self-made from circles drawn
In the atmosphere by our twirling
Grass mirrors sky with circlets stamped by dancing feet
Air perfumed by blossoms like snowflakes, our heads caught in the
Deluge and bearing evidence in white
Petals like diadems
You spin and I cry
Too fast! Though I am only afraid of how
Wildly wonderful the sensation and how
Hauntingly beautiful your voice
Laughter like fireflies leaps from our throats, and
Brightens the coming dark
How lovely evening air tastes, the color of
Twilight is in your eyes
Your warm affection rests
Hand in hand with mine
Together we sink into the circle
To feel the prickling of grass upon back
Laughter thick with heaviness of breath
Final ribbons of light creep into the mountains
Darkness drenches our world
But petals still fall
