the leaves whispered rumors
the little brown birds paused
all to wonder and watch
that girl reading as she walked
who managed not to trip herself
she's a funny thing, that she is
choosing so much solitude for one so filled with a desire for communion
surrounded by love in all forms
she breathes in the laughter of children
and blows back wishes of patience
for parents who wander a little weary
and prays for
...another year of grace
...another year of moonlight dancing
...another year of sweet health
...another year of music living in her veins
...another year of love finding her
...another year of finding moments to love back
...another year of being light
at the right
and perfect
moment
