From a shock of trees it sifts <br />in, spreading a black <br />hush over the water, dims <br />the grass at her feet tucked <br />under the grey skirt <br />showing <br />brown calves and a bit of ankle; <br /> <br />blows white ruffles <br />on the swell of her bosom, gleams <br />the gold ring on the third finger <br />of her left hand as <br />she tries to mend the buckle <br />of her shoe, hair waving <br /> <br />over a face half-hidden - the night <br />hovers <br />a moment round that still <br />sedulous shape, <br />seeps softly <br />up the bare foot <br />and blurs.<br /><br />Tan Pratonix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impressionistic/
