HIGH NOON

It is high noon and the child dances

Amid the beauty of the day:

Flowers glow, trees shimmer.

The air is charmed by her child-song,

Light and sweet.

It is high noon and the child dances,

Forgetful of the now invisible,

But waiting, shadow,

That even at noon

Touches her joy with the dew

Of remembered and future sorrow.

It is high noon and the child dances—

Joyous laughter spills

Into the brief sun-bright hour

As she twirls,

Breathing in the wonder of life

While the sky wraps round her

All of its mystery.

It is high noon and the child dances.

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