Julianne's Smile
I see her image flicker in the twilight;
a little summer nymph,
skipping on slender ropes of sea mist,
dancing on the beach,
shaking her sunset-washed hair.
Her idle audience--
lavender tinted shells,
smooth pebbles, and stranded starfish,
the ocean’s playfully discarded burden,
awaits to be retrieved by the tide.
I watch her drift across the sand,
gracefully arching to collect smooth
rose-colored stones, her precious gems;
in her open hands they blend together
like bits of colored sky that gleam
over our rolling bluffs each evening
and light up the horizon in shades of pink--
like those in my Julianne’s smile.
