You emerged from aristocracy <br /> In belted linen tunic <br /> Moving among local peasants <br /> With a splash of iris <br /> Through birch lined paths <br /> Like a sudden vision of egrets <br /> Breathing scent of horses <br /> Working plows and fields <br /> Until your soul swelled singing <br /> The tune of the harvesting reaper <br /> In crisp dawn mist.<br /><br />Diana Kwiatkowski Rubin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tolstoy/
