The Girls

A Dance in the Garden

Girls, step into the light.
I watch with quiet joy
until the flutter of your white dresses
is lost to my sight.

Your bright laughter, your soft humming,
cool my heart
like a clear breeze.

Girls, run into the light.
Leap with delight,
like deer and young roe.

How well you dance,
barefoot upon the earth.

The light comes down
and rests upon us.
Girls,
your faces are fair and pure.

With loving smiles,
you beckon with your hands.

And I, following you,
step into the light.

*these are my own paintings*