.

while the sun creeps
not so subtly behind the dresses of trees
almost translucent from the wind
it's finery all blown down around her ankles
gusts of crisp air blowing the edges about
waiting for someone to dance with
someone to talk to
someone who will care what is said
is done
is thought
is felt
.. with no reprisal
no disdain
no reprimands
as to what should and should not be done.
to just be
to watch the sun
to bask in the warmth
to sit idly by
drinking coffee
or a glass of wine
... and wait for the moon.