Like a tall woman across the hay field,
The man came slowly, dressed in crystal and the sun,
Rustling along the ground. She stopped at their apple tree.
Only a whispered moment, then swept darkening shirt over
And so serenely climbed the wooden hills.
Was the rainbow a ribbon that she wore in her hair?
They never wondered. It seemed a part of her brightness,
And the way she moved lightly but with assurance over the