Conversation

I wander the wide spaces
At peace among the green
Looking for a flash of skirt
Amid the crowds
Blue and brown
Sky and earth met
Within her
With a laugh as sweet
As the new mown grass
And eyes as quick
As a filly’s feet
I have to smile
When I see her bent over
Studying a daisy
Like a dropped jewel
So intent
That I startle her with hello
And scramble to catch
Her tumbling hand
As she flutters
-a fresh caught bird
And lets loose laughter
Lighting up the world
As she comments that
-this is becoming a habit-
And I grin back
Thinking- a virtue not a vice.