quiet and soft, as if to make her stop
and listen to the mute sun
warming through brown silk
printed large with white roses
blooming them a little fuller.
Nothing extraordinary in the passing
from one moment to the next - it all
happened in a click of life's finger snap
shifting her perspective slightly left
to a place where fences no longer stood.
A Mourning Dove trilled twice
as the wind moved a little quicker
tousling through her hair, intent
on racing messages through the grass.
Something instinctive to that moment
drilled down tapping into her
with swift invisibility and she sprung
water over edges until she knew
this time she was fully in love
with the music that had just played
him into her.