Silhouette

Cool, dew-laden fingers
Stretch and uncurl.
Brushing lingering stars

Gentle breezes
Stir swaying hair into
A fretful ballet

Quiet sunbeams
Fall upon elegant eyes,
The first to see light.

Within dark curls
Striking flowers rest,
Waiting to unfurl.

She is
A morning silhouette,
A tree in sunrise.

Reviews

[Walkingblind]

This is very simple and sweet. You seem to pick out the common
things she does and inhances them showing her that u value them
just as mch as her talent. Very nice