UNAWARE

UNAWARE

Whispering winds waltz with her hair so light,
Flecks of silver shimmer in shadows so bright.
Earth's breathy sigh sweetens the air,
lifting her scent for nature to share.

The moon's soft glow lofts down with the breeze.
It chills and shines like an icy branch in the trees.
Her golden hair grows into a light sable sheen.
Moonlight bounces around her deep sleeping scene.

Awakening with the sun,long curls tousled and fanned,
she is still as she watches glittery dust waft, but never land.
The room is aglow with the shine of a new day to behold.
Unaware , she arises, tossing a halo of gold.