She awakes
as the dawn nearly awakens
Rising above the river banks
the moon is slowly disappearing.
She walks on the pasture
watching the lake ripple
as the wind brushes against her
she looks to the sky.
A blue light sky
a color between dark and light
shines where the flowers lie
turned to periwinkle dandelions.
Her hand picks up the tips
as her breath touches the top.
Nearly brushing her lips
watching where the petals go.